OK--My plan was for this blog to be contemplative, thoughtful, a pondering of small things and ordinary events. A digging in, a journal of sorts. a peaceful meandering.
But instead . . . it's going to start as a rant.
Tonight, I was watching the Simpsons after work on WBN (i think that's what it's called). A commercial byte came on for the local news, and said something like this: "While some triangle residents are having some holiday cheer, others may find it hard to celebrate as more troops are deployed to Iraq. What does this mean for the holiday shopping season? Find out tonight etc. etc blah blah blah."
!!!?
More people are being sent to a country to kill or be killed. Death. Nonstop death. Yet what's of concern? Why, the economy, that's what we're gonna talk about. What those troop deployments mean for profits. (And yes, i realize that troop deployments are devasting for local economies, but does this really need to be the bloody focus of the commercial discussing troop deployment--does the news really have to take that economic spin on people being sent to die and to kill?)
I can't take it anymore. So much stupid waste and stupid greed. I'm sick of this country, sick of the South, sick of feeling paralyzed in the face of sheer insanity--like one of those dreams where you're trying to scream for help but can't seem to make your voice work, or you're trying to call 911 and you keep dialing the numbers wrong. I'm angry. I'm depressed. AND I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I want to have hope that things will get better, that we're not headed for some dreadful fall. But really, you know, we are.
Sorry to be so morbid. I will try very hard to talk about something more cheery next time, like pomengrantes or piping hot tea or how beautiful the light is this time of year, the particular deep blue of the sky, the leaves falling
when i was a little girl, i used to chase the leaves as they fell from the trees--i had to catch them because if they hit the ground, the world would end, BOOM! but it was only certain leaves i'd have to catch, and wouldn't you know it, the ones that hit the ground were always the ones that wouldn't explode.
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Welcome to the blogosphere, mon cherie!
How long did you think it would be before I found you? ;} I'm adding you to my blogroll.
15 days to the beach...
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