I am so sorrowful about what is happening in this nation. But sorrow does no action. I am no better than someone who doesn't care.
So many things about this administration are WRONG. But, under the auspices of Christianity, things are justified.
Here is a short list of the handwriting on the wall. These things should scare you, folks. They should piss you off. They should propel you into action.
*The desecration of the Koran at Guantanamo, and BushCo.'s non-concern.
*The proposed formation of a Christian nation.
*Torture and sexual humiliation of prisoners of war.
*Lies, lies, coverups, lies that are hurting and killing people, not lies that are about the sex lives of our leaders. What lies? Lies about who knew what, when. Lies about memos that show that GWB had planned to attack Iraq prior to 9/11. These things aren't coincidental, people.
*Plans to ban abortions.
*The appointing of right wing radical judges to the Supreme Court.
There's more, much more. Why aren't more of us moving?
I am as guilty as the rest of you reading and feeling guilty. What is to be done?
I grieve.
I found this quote on conflict girl's blog. It should freak you out.
"Should any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again in our political history. There is a tiny splinter group, of course, that believes you can do these things. Among them are a few other Texas oil millionaires, and an occasional politician or business man from other areas. Their number is negligible and they are stupid."
Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1954
Since I have moved and don't have internet access, I have read the following books.
Little Children by Tom Perotta
Bird by Bird by Anne La Mott
July, July author I forget
Feed by M. T. Andersen
The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve
The Center of Everything by Laura Moriarity
The Last Juror by John Grisham
Franny and Zooey (again) by J D Salinger
Witches Abroad (again) by Terry Pratchett
So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish (excerpt from book) by Douglas Adams
Am currently reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J K Rowlings. I don't much miss the internet.
nothing looks like the landscape you are used to
the heavy trees part
branches bend low
to drink the dew from soft grey green grass
tired-eyed wandering limb
chose its home near the water
the ice branches have shattered
little shards of wood lie here
careful
you'll cut your feet
sometimes you will forget that
you grew up here
but your body knows
your insides remember
still, nothing looks the same
nothing feels quite familiar
you can open your coat
to let the spring air inside
hoping to catch a small warm hug
instead, you do remember
that spring is cold, too
winter's sister pretends
comfort
chill
pain
the way leaves push thorugh
is the way babies heads are born
spring is about new things
new life
and some blood, too.