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The World and His Wife

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Well here we are on a Thursday. Weather wise it’s a pleasant day. A bit cool, which isn’t bad for wearing a suit and tie. Last night Bill and I watched Olbermann which was very good for his righteous commentary about how the republicunts use 9/11, the imagery and the fear for political purposes. Quite heinous. Keith was right on the money.

Mr. Noun/Verb/9.11 Guiliani was rightly put in his place once again, but he’s so slimy he wiggles his way out of it each time, King of the Lisp, Lord of the Comb Over. After that came our gal, Rachel Maddow. We love her. She wasn’t as high falutin’ as Olbermann, much more personable.

That doesn’t stop the wrong wing ideologues from going after her on FuckSnooze, specifically because she’s a lesbian. Apparently that’s wrong. It’s fine with FuckSnooze that Shepherd Smith is a gay man, but wrong for MSNBC.

Today is 9/11 and I’ve been fine. Flags throughout the area were at half mast. I find myself getting misty at the loss of our unity after the attacks. On the news was a former coach for the Giants football team. He was talking about how a week after the attacks, the Giants were playing in Kansas City and when the Giants came out they were greeted with a standing ovation.

We seemed to really be as one, as a country in the time following that day, at least in this tri-state area. Perhaps in DC and Shanksville PA as well. We had the support of most of the world, different countries by our side. Then George Bush threw all that away, leaving us where we are today. Lost and alone mainly. That really is a shame.

I think a moment like that in our history might not come around again, not in my lifetime. Squandered. I remember the fliers of people reported missing all over the city. People looking for their loved ones, friends, roommates. Within a few days those missing persons fliers turned into sheets of memorial paper, usually lit by votive candles.

Walking through Union Square with Bill one night with thousands of other people, I wrote on a scroll a quote from Maya Angelou, “..and still we rise.” I remember in the weeks following the attacks, Manhattan was still in shock.

Whenever a fire truck or a police car would go by sirens wailing, everyone would stop. Today it was very much the same. A few times, being out on the street a fire truck would go by en route to a call and a number of people stopped and watched the truck go by.

I reread the posts from the past two years and I really can’t add more to that, at least not right now.

We still haven’t healed in these 7 years. We wound up being abused by the one we hoped would do the right thing about what happened, whatever the right thing was.

George Bush abused the faith that the majority of people, people of different political parties, faiths and backgrounds placed in him following that day in September and doesn’t give a shit about it and then exploited that faith again and again all in the name of protecting us.

We actually needed protection from him in the long run. Never forget, these attacks happened on his watch. They try to blame it on the Clinton regime, but Clinton was hamstrung by the Lewinsky saga, and rendered ineffectual thanks to the republicunts that were in control of the senate.

Like the Reagan policies that we are seeing the effect of nowadays, we will be suffering from the actions of this asshole president for a long time.

And now for something completely different,
the cover of the NY Post.

I guess even Rupert Murdoch thinks Sarah Palin is a pig.

tonight

Don’t Feel Like Dancin’

Well I didn’t do much at all today. Bill and I stayed local. Most of the day, local meant staying in the apartment. I was itchy to go out, if not the city then Hoboken. Anywhere rather than staying in. Bill napped, I finished off the Lord of the Rings. Got choked up again at the end, Frodo going off to the undying lands.

I avoided the Jerry Lewis telethon. A few years ago I got caught up in it and donated some money. But that was when I was living in Weehawken and everything was cheaper. This time of year is aways tinged with despair. It always signified the end of summer, which technically it isn’t. The whole sinking feeling of having to go back to school.

Bill and I walked around Hoboken and that was the subject at hand. Of course the mention of my having to be pried off the fence at St. Francis de Sales at the beginning of the school year was brought up. Me horizontal being held by someone deaf to my screams and cries. Yes, that’s when the whole abandonment issues started up I guess.

Growing up, this weekend was when the VFW Post 3484 had their annual picnic in Saddle Brook County Park. Fried foods, shucked clams, playing in the Saddle River, drunken veterans occasionally smacking their wives and getting thumped by quite a few not as drunk fellow veterans.

Eventually the adults realized that they would have to go home with their families, the kids whining, the parents buzzed. Keep in mind, this was the 1970’s, and if you were pulled over by the police for drunk driving, you would more than likely be told to drive home directly.

I really hated school. All of my life I hated it. It was a source of torment and bad feelings a lot of the time. Maybe it was me not being a good student, maybe I had lousy teachers. When I was given the opportunity to go to college, or actually when college was mentioned as a choice I rejected it. If I hated going to school when it was mandatory, it would be a waste of money for me to go and continue my education.

I think I chose wisely on that front. Still that horrible feeling over Labor Day weekend hits me every year. Talking about it absolutely helped and I walked Bill over to the Path train and found a quiet spot on the river where I smoked a Padron and read the New Yorker and watched a helicopter get dangerously close to various boats and buildings on the Manhattan side of the Hudson. Scary to watch but nothing bad happened.

I also seemed to be the only one paying attention. Ran into Rand and Lisa as we walked along Sinatra Drive. They were headed in the opposite direction. We walked over to Castle Point Terrace, a block of some really nice buildings by Stevens Tech.

That came about from a few days ago when I asked Bill if he could live anywhere in Hoboken where would it be. He said Garden Street because of the trees, I mentioned up where were were. Big old buildings, pre war. Nice and semi secluded.

And Sarah Palin is going to be a grandmother! How happy she must be for her 17 year old unwed daughter. Everyone’s happy about it! Abstinence only education works! Yeah!