This almost goes without saying.
It was dark and quite warm, the clunking of tires on the uneven pavement became like white noise. My trusty black Tuxedo cat layed on my hip and purred and we both fell into sleep. The steady beat of life reverberated like a clandestine dream. The humidity was hell-fire and I welcomed even the slightest breeze. My car, my home. A Honda and I guess being relatively short can be useful at times, especially curled up in the car.
The escape was worth it… from the tumultous hyper drama and wailing miscreants I found a jagged rock to lay upon, whose pains entrenched in me, an appreciation of being to myself. I never wanted in my entire life to be surrounded with no way out. Watching movies I would become so apprehensive that I could not reconcile that kind of violence. People controlling you. I wanted to be a ship that drifts far out to sea. Clad in comfortable clothing and nesting in a silent harbor.
On my trips my faithful cat would either sit in the back window on the headrests her head bobbling now and again. She was my sentry and she would do her rounds, clamboring upon my lap and then looking out the window. The stares were an endorsement and utterly surprised people would point. I had my faithful sidekick, who she herself was bound for a while. My heart longed for the frienship between man and cat and the simple comfort of being loved and without the pain of parting.
The world has a lot of hurting souls and just a kind word of encouragement helps. I would find dark garages with enough light to scare off ghouls and to keep kitty warm or camp out at night in my car at a Walmart somewhere. You could see the drug trade stealthily closing deals and pretending not to notice and trying to sleep at a darker portion of the lot.
Feeding kitty was a joy. She thrived on entertaining me, leaping wildly from one perch to another with her favorite being upside down and playing the passenger side headrest. I ducked under the covers and prayed for stillness and when done, she would saunter purposefully back to my side or laying close to me.
There were the stormy nights when buckets of rain fell from heaven. We would go to a rest stop and park as the rain drops and sometimes hail buffeted our buggy with my cat hunched close by in fear and me petting and reassuring her that her daddy would die for her.
Even at the DR, I would explain my issue needing the cat to keep me from going over a waterfall head first. I was needed and feeding her gave me joy. To be needed and to not worry (as much) GAD does that and MDD does not make it easier. We find flashlights hidden in a dark mosaic. The fear that binds us, has a loose grip. We wallow in a dreamstate, each moment it’s own. We see God in our invisible tomes leading us to a safer home.
One day at a parking lot at a Walmart were a bunch of twenty something eccentrics being harassed by the manager. I went over to the young people and started talking. I envied their caravan of adventure, the girls clad gothically and yet provocatively which only added to the enigma. They were very nice people and I attested to the manager that would soon be on the way. Understanding misunderstood people is the stuff of dreams. We are all broken and yet delivered from the arbitray tract of land that constrains us all.
I was watching a show called ‘Parks and Recreation‘. I have fallen in love with the cast. The girls are pretty, talented and on the same page. The lead actress Amy Poehler hangs out with the other the regular ladies of the cast including Rashida Jones who likes the young girl played by Aubrey Plaza. Rashida is one of the cutest/most beautiful ladies in Hollywood or anywhere else for that matter and her father is the famous Quincy Jones. She appears to be as sincere in real life as she is on the show. She made a comment that resonated with me by basically saying society has hypersexualized today’s young women and she is kind of a mentor to the uber cute Plaza. A kind of big sister to the young Plaza who is really not really so far apart in age. Women looking out for women especially the younger ladies who are trying to fit into the landscape of adulthood and they do not deserve the craven desires and sexist comments that diminish all women.
Aubrey has the most vexing eyes and her stares coverup the fact that she is a sweet young woman. She started off playing a 17 year old and she looked the part. Her deadpan humor is well-suited to the likes of The old ‘Bob Newhart Show‘ but she puts off the vibe of a more cagey young woman. If looks could kill, she is a comedic serial killer of a kind. Once acclimated to her style it is not hard to fall in love with the character. But here is where it turns ugly. And it is not her so much, as the Paparazzi types who are nothing more than pedophiles seeking to deflower the innocent daughters and sisters of this world.
I am not sure when the sex video of her masturbating graphically on cam happened but this is precisely the thing that media needs to stop! Now! The hypersexualization of this young woman is evil, for lack of a better word. At one moment she is an attractive teen and the next a 20-something molested by the prying eyes of buttholes with no sense of respect.
The same could be said for the Olsen twins. Both have medical problems but worse than that is that when they turned 18, it was like Shark Week. Every perverted guy and a few gals spewed all kinds of negative and salacious gossip, pictures and DVDs of the young starlets. The comments are so vile and trashy, that if they were my kids I would be out to kick some perv ass.
The girl from Harry Potter Hermione in the raw is the delight of many a grown man and the younger versions as well as the coming of age girl. But really? The Philippines are known for their beautiful young women, who in one magazine are called, ‘Little Brown Fuck Machines’. That makes my blood boil! I love the group from that country called “MYMP” (Make Your Mothers Proud) because it is in direct contrast to the meat market mentality of men and women who exploit young ladies and even girls and many guys too.
The media and gossip rags have a field day with the 20-something starlets whose parents prey upon their paychecks and disregard the grown up young lady who has to sort this all out. Lindsay Lohann is the cause du jour for those stupid gossip columns. Her mom and dad are both totally worthless. Disney girls are no longer having their periods before the lecherous predators are picking away their nubile bodies. No wonder Hannah Montana traded in her preteen audience for the lude and lascivious trappings of a virtual porn princess. Making it worse is that tongue action and again with the parents. The pretty young lady from American Horror Story, Taissa Farmiga is but another example. The gorgeous young starlet in the last season, ‘The Coven‘ was having sex with a guy in the hospital and her sex caused the guy to bleed out.
Amanda Bynes, Jennifer Love Hewitt (a name that just puts a target on the young lady). Selena Gomez and the list goes on and on and on. I can only think of two to three young girls who have essentially survived in tact and that being Melissa Joan Hart, Annette Funicello and to some extent Shakira. At least she has controlled her own sexuality but it seems there is a different mindset in other countries or at least some of them. Working in a pharmaceutical with Cubans in Tampa, the father of the owner had hassled his son at 13 to get laid. To be a real man and to hell with the girl who then not good enough to marry. Huh?
So we have lowlifes like the members of NAMBLA, a group’s motto which is, If they are eight, it’s too late! We have sex trade workers and slasher movies whose young teens are running around in cut-off shorts, big boobs and then are butchered like the fatted calf in a Jewish Ceremony in old Jerusalem. In Conan the Barbarian, Conan is given a porcelain, perfectly complected young white girl and the narrator describing her ‘from the finest stock‘. Women as property! Chatel like Hershey kisses for the privileged Caligula-like characters. In Conan, James Earl Jones the nefarious leader has a young virgin jump from a cliff to her death. His commentary: “That is power. The power of flesh.
But what are the answers, the solutions to a problem that many could care less about. It is safe to say that the punitive route gets us no farther along than revenge and prevention beats a headstone or the casualties of sexual assault any day. To an extent, Aileen Wuornos was punished for her PTSD and while no one can be certain that should would have done these things anyway, I wonder at the callousness of a society whose morals are conditional and feeds their sense of entitlement. If anything some of these middle class people are lying to themselves, in that their relative good fortune was set out by providence or the collusion of dark matter and extra dimensional planes and not their intrinsic goodness. For if they say that, then the innocent girl may have had it coming. We have had that happening forever now, so that is nothing new.
Hollywood, stop! Lawmakers, make laws that benefit all people and that more importantly are prophylactic measures against the abused who often turn out to be abusers as well. The black teenage girl who here in NC was raped several times and had anxiety issues, anger and a sense of hopelessness. You bureaucrats may know the rules but often these same rules are passive-aggressive ways of making the hungry, the homeless and the forgotten, feel even worse about themselves as they did before.
Conservatives, obviously the system is there to make money and by denying foot stamps to drug abusers make them more dangerous as now they are hungry and angry too. Do not stigmatize those with mental problems because they won’t get treatment. I would rather sexual predators to be safely housed and getting treatment in contrast to being on the streets or in the prison systems. Gangsters killing gangsters. That is a no win situation.
We know what the right thing to do is. Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and many others are indeed poverty pimps and for the price of 10, F-35s we can do a lot of good. Stop applying for public service jobs like Food Stamp personnel and section eight housing recipients and then having an attitude against your clients, the people you should be helping.
One lady at a VA Hospital was making fun of suicidal veterans. She thought it funny to minimize their pain and hanging them in effigy. Her job, to help these same veterans. Isn’t that special?
At-risk kids make for at-risk parents so we need to be generous, Before long we will have our first trillionaires and already over 1,000 billionaires. You would think they could do more since God or the cosmos placed you in your place. You didn’t apply for your lot.
Wake up people before things get too far out of hand. And you American-haters, bite me. No society has a premium on wisdom, even amongst the wise we have fools who just happen to have a large safety net that they got by all forms of slavery and theft.
The last song hits home for me. I remember watching this movie only two weeks before my daughter and I met after 15 years of being missing. Essentially kidnapped by her Mom. Dreams do come true and when I called and told her, “Rachel this is your dad”. I heard crying. This is what a girl needs!. Not bullying and the pressure to grow up too fast because we are too lazy or too preoccupied and do not give a crap by the pain we inflict on her.
It was a day like any other day, a book or poem is being written, squeezing the words in between the margins. Neat little columns, neither circumspect or remarkable. The main character is dressed in black and white, and with an eager pen misses the chirping insects and birds who toil in the background. If we want to get to the end of the book, then why don’t we just go there. With terminal velocity we escape the confines of the ordinary, only realizing later it was the ordinary that we sought.
But back on our figurative earth we bypass the road signs. The ones who insist that we yield to a certain direction. A joke happens when we understand that some of our directions revealed specks in our paint job or smudges on the canvas of our book. The humor is baked in an oven of metaphors that contradict one another. The yeast rises and the cake cools, a new batch without any frosting.
And just as we are about ready to publish, someone has eaten, the icing.
“To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.” – W.E.B. Du Bois
Every year just before the start of the football season we get political correctness with the term, The Redskins. Okay I can see how the name can be construed to be something offensive but what about tackling poverty rather than worry about the name of a football team or teams?
To put this in stark terms, counties on Native American reservations are among the poorest in the country and, according to the Economic Research Service at the U.S. Department of Agriculture, nearly 60 percent of all Native Americans who live outside of metropolitan areas inhabit persistently poor counties.
Tom Rodgers is the president of Carlyle Consulting of Alexandria, Virginia. A Blackfoot tribal member, he advocates on behalf of Native American tribal governments and their people. He was previously a congressional staffer for Senator Max Baucus.
Unemployment rates are depressing with alcohol use and violence against women alarming. The poverty rate ranges from 40-54% with about 10% in extreme poverty. WASHINGTON—A gap in law enforcement on Native American lands creates an environment in which Native women suffer a higher rate of violence than any demographic in the United States, according to data collected by the U.S. Department of Justice, the U.S. Census Bureau and advocacy organizations.
I saw a program from the reservations where rapes were around 60% of the Native American women? Do you think they care about a name when they are hungry and subjected to rape so much? The women there had their little support group, lamenting the violence and degradation.
Washington Redskins Defend Name With Help From Native Americans
“It’s a warrior’s name”
The Washington Redskins premiered a video Monday in which Native Americans explain why they don’t think the team’s hot-button name is offensive.
In the Redskins Facts video, Native Americans argue that they have bigger issues to deal with than a football team’s name. “They’ve never asked Native Americans. It’s somebody else who knows nothing about us trying to speak for us, and it’s kind of an insult,” Wade Colliflower, Team Redskins representative from the Chippewa Cree Tribe, said before adding, “If you can help in any other way it would be greatly appreciated.”
Sadly though that money does not help those in dire need. Have you seem some of the Alaskan Wilderness show? Or Alaskan Troopers? Some of those homes are barely big enough for one, let alone a family. And yet some tribes get one million per as the article above relates.
So yes, Native Americans are rightfully mad but that anger should be redirected to get help to the needy and not create another caste system in this country.
The drinking and violence is staggering and being homeless over a year ago, I know the plight that faces people without a place to stay!!!
Fix the pain and suffering and then we’ll see how I feel about women and children suffering and men with no hope and no future….