These days I'm so blown away at the extremism of everything that I just sit and think a lot. When I sit and think a lot, I decide what's what, and that then gets put away for the meanwhile. I'm not a worrier, I reject despair for the demon it is, and there's so much happening All The Time these days that I just move on. But some things keep surfacing.
Like, opinions are not facts, folks. Strider sent me this great succinct piece about that:
It drives me nuts. People must know this. Yet I see it every day.
The level of hatred. Holy shit I haven't seen people so mean and rotten since grade school as they are these days online. And I'm amazed to find people I thought I knew saying such things. Religious and racial hatred are the worst I've seen since the 60s. Political hatred is the new black. And this general atmosphere is leading to people killing people all over the place.
Every time I see the Staten Island obits, there are a half dozen young people who OD'd or were killed. Some are suicides, and some are kids of people I knew as teenagers. In one family from my old block,.the mother died last Fall, her son (and my friend) died a month later, and his daughter killed herself this Spring. And the soldiers coming home, addicted to opiates they got from the service medic for their wounds. They get zero help and end up in Hell on earth back home. Soldier suicides are put anywhere from 5-20 per day. This struck home when it happened in Kick's family. What the hell.
And then there are amazing mind-blowing great things.
Bernie Sanders. I've met and talked with the man a few times, and even got to give a speech and introduce him once up in Burlington. There's something so extraordinary about Bernie that I can only compare his energy to the Dalai Lama's from 6 feet away. He's got a piece of some good energy, that Bernie. I've never been this excited about a Presidential candidate.
The Pope. I'm a freakin Atheist and I love this guy. He's even got my favorite saint's name.
And we may have found "Earth 2.0"
As for everything else, in the midst of all of it, I'm happy. Which makes the bad standable and the good joyful.
My family is alright, lots of moving this Summer, from Indy to Myrtle Beach (at last), to Toronto from BC, to Albany from Corvallis, OR. Billy is settled into getting his house fixed and has a guy to do it. Who knows if he'll ever move. I've let go of how he's eating or not eating. He'll do what he'll do whatever I say so why cause tsuris. We talk every other day.
The Summer is at the tipping point (and hooray for the incoming Fall!). Old friends are coming up from the city, some I haven't seen in 22 years. That should be wild. Strider will come in August too, with Olive the Kissydog. I foresee lots of laughing in August. Maybe I'll go down to see Billy in September. We'll see. What to do with Beest is the question. She abides, sleeping through this heat and humidity, and is moody-go-bitchy as always.
As Jon Stewart and Garrison Keillor retire, Berkeley Breathed comes back. We could use Gary Larson and Bill Watterson coming back, too. I live in hope. :)
I hope everyone who loves Summer is enjoying it for all it's worth. And I hope all who are in Winter are loving it for what it is.
The Door Is Ajar.
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