Fullish moon
Strange things afoot in the world, from the comparatively hilarious image of Jack, a 15-pound cat from West Milford, NJ, who treed a black bear, to propagandists defending hideous speech by one another. She Who Shall Not Be Named Aloud - kind of like certain names of demons from hell that it is better not to say aloud - who recently spewed hate upon 9/11 widows who dared to criticize the Bush administration, is being defended by the likes of Mary Matalin, GOP propagandist. It occurs to me that the Bushistas use victims of 9/11 and the Iraq occupation to their advantage, as in no one may criticize the US military for getting in harm's way, losing nearly 2500 soldiers, getting nothing accomplished; the Bushistas say we must not question, it is a dishonor to these dead soldiers. As long as their survivors don't speak out against the fake war, that is. So there are the honorable parents of 9/11 and Iraq victims who still support Bush; they are useful. The administration uses them as a gag for anyone who would object to their machinations. There are victims, and victims, and some are more useful than others. I have been wondering what kind of "humorist" might counter She Who Shall Not Be Named Aloud, what that person might say in the same horrific spirit of hate. Not in the relatively gentle style of say, Al Franken. Things like, oh, say, 9/11 was great because it killed so many GOP voters? Or, the nightmare in Iraq is at least getting rid of a bunch of young people who would grow up to be Republicans? Or, ha ha ha, won't someone put cyanide in Her martini?! Oh, just kidding! Can't you Neo-cons take a joke?
There's money to be made from this kind of sewage, if one can stomach the production.
Went out ostensibly to pick up groceries, but found I wanted to go somewhere besides our local QFC, a Kroger-owned supermarket. Went through a nearby park and listened to the Roosevelt High School Jazz Band playing in a gazebo, old "Chicago" songs and other hoary selections. Very sweet and affecting. Loaded up my pack at PCC and started back up the hill. The people working on the Solstice Parade floats which will be part of the Fremont Fair festivities next weekend seemed to have made some progress; strange things made of paper mache and odds and ends lay about their site. This parade has been famous for its naked bicycle riders for years, as well as clever political floats, belly dancing troupes, neighborhood themed marchers,
and eclectic musical offerings. I hope to see it this year.
There's money to be made from this kind of sewage, if one can stomach the production.
Went out ostensibly to pick up groceries, but found I wanted to go somewhere besides our local QFC, a Kroger-owned supermarket. Went through a nearby park and listened to the Roosevelt High School Jazz Band playing in a gazebo, old "Chicago" songs and other hoary selections. Very sweet and affecting. Loaded up my pack at PCC and started back up the hill. The people working on the Solstice Parade floats which will be part of the Fremont Fair festivities next weekend seemed to have made some progress; strange things made of paper mache and odds and ends lay about their site. This parade has been famous for its naked bicycle riders for years, as well as clever political floats, belly dancing troupes, neighborhood themed marchers,
and eclectic musical offerings. I hope to see it this year.
4 Comments:
Isa,
Given your post today, I'm curious to see what you think of my AM diatribe. I was in a very sour mood.
I think I would need to attend your fair and view some famous bicycle riders to lift my spirits...or just a good windy day. Got skunked today...been missing the windy ones in favor of caring for small children.
Oh, the bushistas had no clue who that guy they offed really was, nor whom he really worked for. Their spinning is nauseating. It's enough to make the sweetest disposition sour.
'spike, never fear. With global warming coming along so quickly, I bet there will be plenty of windy days, more than ever!
And caring for your kids is important. It's hard being in the thick of it - I know, I was home for the first five years of our son's life; many hours spent at playgrounds, and doing all the things that need to be done for their little beings - but the years will go by at an increasingly rapid rate, and they won't really want or need you so much as time passes.
Hope this doesn't sound like trite stuff. I offer it in all sincerity.
I know, I know. I'm off to yet another playground venture right now with no. two son. But really, the mark of a great parent is one who works themselves out of the job by developing interdependent, stable and loving people...which is where some parents fall down, I think. They lean on their children like cruthces and it's really no good for either party.
oh, and thanks for popping over to my location. Blog on.
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