14 July, 2005
i have a right to sing the Blues

that last entry bled in thick blue-red droplets.

perhaps, it could/should have been condensed into a few simple lines:

"i've always lived by this Golden Rule.
No matter what happens, don't blow your cool.
You gotta have nerves of steel,
and never show folks how you honestly feel."

... sure doesn't look like it, though.
(sleep well, OscarBrown,Jr. if you've never heard this song... do. it makes excessive emotional display a thing of humour)

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in recent months, i've toned down my fire-breathing rhetoric, both on the radio and here, about my profound disappointment with politics. "disappointment" is inadequate in description: to have been raised in a manner that placed honesty and "doing the right thing" above all else, and to live by example (to my detriment, socially and economically), knowing how the current administration has, at every turn, fostered intolerance, untruth, money-above-all-else (for those that have it), hipocracy, and now, treason, all cloaked in the vestments of the bible-thumping clergy, makes me look at two paths: gathering up pitchforks and pikes like my revolutionary Virginia forebears, or submerging into the abyss.

i've been railing about the abyss, in days past... so i don't think that's an option.

that's why signed this:
Fire Rove

since November, i've been profoundly disillusioned with the party that i voted for... the one that continues to slog around in the muck, without visible direction except for considering joining the fundamentalist bandwagon. offering no sensible, cohesive path, including everybody in this country in the broadest terms... so i approach this with a trace of suspicion.
but, somewhere, somebody has to take a stand.
or else, we may just as well proffer out backsides to the big dick of indifference.
is life so dear, or peace (and cable TV) so sweet?

otherwise, everything i chest-beat about, and the existence of this memoir, is just an unused tool.

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