rant

 This country, supposedly the land of the free and the brave, seems increasingly fuller of narrow minded, hate filled people who believe they’re superior to other people, an apt description of fear.

It feels like that, but that’s narcissism on my part. I’m living now, I’m aware of now, so that’s what it seems like. But the cruel truth seems to be it’s just one cycle of ignorance and cruelty after another. Nothing ever changes. Our individual life situations weave us in and out of the mess, we absorb conditions and just become cells of the beast. Knowing that doesn't make it any easier some days. Like today.

In some states men are parading around flaunting their weapons, walking around armed and proud to show it when Obama shows up. Maybe it’s easier for the Secret Service; the weapons are out in the open. Seems like infantile exhibitionism to me. They want to be defined by the size of their guns, hmmm. Too obvious to even say it. But I will, they want people to believe they have big balls and dicks because they carry guns and even walk a little bow-legged. You know they have pencil

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After about a gallon of tears, some practical bill paying, card sending,  reading, some meditation, yoga and a chat with mom, both in my heart and in reality, the day passed and the angst dissipated somewhat.

I finished reading 'The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao' by Junot Diaz. Believe the hype if you haven't read it yet. It's an amazing read written very energetically and paints vivid pictures of the Dominican Republic and all it's cruelty, mysticism and beauty.  Some of the violence was a bit much for me. When you've been beaten, to read about a character getting the same, isn't just imagination. But at the same time, I understand states of mind during and after and he writes about it all, the whole unique poignant bittersweet story beautifully.  Diaz is a phenomenol writer. Have any of you read it?

I just started "Cat's Eye" by Margaret Atwood. When I read the first page, I realized I've read it before, probably 10 years ago and I remember being disturbed but I can't remember the details. I thought about returning it, not read, but literally after one page, the writing just drew me in and I'm going for it again. It will be different. I'm now the same age as Elaine. So I'm looking forward to the story, the brilliant writing and my reactions to the story now.