We have rain, the air is cool and smells soooo good! we sleep under an open window.The level of relaxation this creates in me, right now, today, there is much to post about. . . Lot's of cool stories, much more upbeat than my normal melancholy self, like psychic dreams, seeing Brad, getting a mandolin AND a ukulele, the creation of the merchant kickball league- but I just don't. feel like posting right now, too relaxed in this cool, damp and green mood
Maybe later- love ya-
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Phone Calls
Caller ID says -US GOVERNMENT
ooh I'm scared.
I answer, the woman on the other end of the line asks for My oldest son by name.
Assuming incorrectly the caller is calling in reference to a College Loan, I reply, "He is unavailable, may I take a message?"
- Do you have pen and paper ready?
-Yes
- This is ____ _____ calling from the US Army Recruiting headquarters and my number is-
-That won't be necessary mam, I say. My son isn't going to join your army, my son won't be fighting in any rich corporation's pig war. My son will not be any Fascist's pawn.
-Will you give him my number and let him tell me that for himself?
-NO, NO WAY- BYE!
I hang up the phone and think to myself- How arrogant are these people? I live my life to raise these boys, teach them right from wrong, educate them, to pray and work diligently to keep them ALIVE- Alive I am saying out loud now.
And these people call my house where I pay the mortgage and I pay the phone bill and I raised my children and sheltered them from harm
and now here they are
FINE Healthy, young MEN
And you want to slip them some funky assed false promises and some petty assed amount of cash
to gear up in bullets and grenades and go off to the middle east to go murder innocent people- who won't even be counted
or to be blown up by hapless roadside bombs or shot full of holes- murdered to DEATH!
So some Fat Freaking Pigs in OPEC and the US government and Corporate oil Disney trader land can have even more money????
NO WAY- shut the F up! Don't call me anymore and no-
you cant have my sons- send your own!
* * * * *
There was another call this morning (which fuels the rant)
tragedy, gut ripping sadness
it's on Numb Benign- the group blog I participate in
the link is over there- on the bottom right-
Holden Caulfield- get your catchers mitt on- damn it!
ooh I'm scared.
I answer, the woman on the other end of the line asks for My oldest son by name.
Assuming incorrectly the caller is calling in reference to a College Loan, I reply, "He is unavailable, may I take a message?"
- Do you have pen and paper ready?
-Yes
- This is ____ _____ calling from the US Army Recruiting headquarters and my number is-
-That won't be necessary mam, I say. My son isn't going to join your army, my son won't be fighting in any rich corporation's pig war. My son will not be any Fascist's pawn.
-Will you give him my number and let him tell me that for himself?
-NO, NO WAY- BYE!
I hang up the phone and think to myself- How arrogant are these people? I live my life to raise these boys, teach them right from wrong, educate them, to pray and work diligently to keep them ALIVE- Alive I am saying out loud now.
And these people call my house where I pay the mortgage and I pay the phone bill and I raised my children and sheltered them from harm
and now here they are
FINE Healthy, young MEN
And you want to slip them some funky assed false promises and some petty assed amount of cash
to gear up in bullets and grenades and go off to the middle east to go murder innocent people- who won't even be counted
or to be blown up by hapless roadside bombs or shot full of holes- murdered to DEATH!
So some Fat Freaking Pigs in OPEC and the US government and Corporate oil Disney trader land can have even more money????
NO WAY- shut the F up! Don't call me anymore and no-
you cant have my sons- send your own!
* * * * *
There was another call this morning (which fuels the rant)
tragedy, gut ripping sadness
it's on Numb Benign- the group blog I participate in
the link is over there- on the bottom right-
Holden Caulfield- get your catchers mitt on- damn it!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
My Thoughts Exactly
"The Summer can be a difficult time for me. What appears to be a beautiful day usually means boring light- even and flat at midday. So I wait for stormy occasions. . . to seek the light I enjoy. . . " Peter Fiore
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