American Histrionics Day

Once again it's American Histrionics Day. And my media blinders are on. So please, have your day to remember the unfortunate and privileged. It's a convenient distraction from, say, realizing that terror happens in the world every day. In many horrible ways and mostly to people who are not American.

This woman at the Toronto ceremonies for 9/11 was on the CBC. Speaking about Canadians and our somewhat untrusting approach to the supposed war on terror. The national dialog casts a prudently shifty eye on our own involvement in Afghanistan. The woman speaking lost her husband and has therefore decided that, however cognitively dissonant she is, that we must blast the sand niggers off the surface of the earth. Without saying as much she attacks her own country, having been to the disaster site and having drank the koolaid of mass mutual flagellation.

At this point in time I am ready, willing and able to forget the whole incident. It only exists in political bias and the misappropriated feelings exploding into Where Were You? histrionics. The world can be an equally horrible and wonderful place. This has been established. Now move on.

Bad Day

I've had a bad last few days, I admit. I wrote a post this morning that has a core to it I believe in but the wording was definitely too hot.

What's disappointing is supposed "friends" who couldn't give a shit about what I write here unless they want to chime in and shame me. I'm glad my opinion is that important and well respected but I'm also human and well flawed. I apologize for that, for whatever that is worth.

But, geeze, if that doesn't make you feel like shit on top of already feeling pretty poor for other reasons. I think I generally write in a pretty evenly keeled tone and I'd just like to have a bit more respect than that. I think I tend to give that much.