Yeah, that’s right…today is really Memorial Day as I understood it to be…This strange, oh, let’s celebrate it on a Monday so people can have three day weekends, sucks. Where is it written that we have to cowtow to the powers that be and celebrate a traditional holiday on the last Monday in May. Memorial Day should now be celebrated everyday now that we have soldiers, sailors, marines, and air force guys dying everyday for a stupid war, started by a stupid president, funded by stupid congressmen and senators. I believe that ridding the world of the Taliban was and is a serious mission, one that I will support for the rest of my life. These people truly are evil as is anyone who runs around denying women the opportunity to be educated and destroys works of art that are centuries old. Religion is a source of great trauma to humankind. It has never been anything but oppressive. Patriarchy needs religion to maintain control of the masses. There is now a museum that has dinosuars interacting with human at some gd religious center in the south. What are these people thinking? Well, as Forest Gump says, STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES. These people are just as bad as the gd Taliban and they exist in the country I live in…shouldn’t we all be scared? And then we had the wonderfully Christian fellow who brought a bomb to Falwell’s funeral to use against protestors. Isn’t there a shot or a treatment or a bullet that will get rid of these idiots before they take over the world? Of course, he was arrested, but we all know there are ten more to step into his shoes at a moments notice. My friend, Edie, has a holier than thou step son living with her this summer, maybe longer. He literally believes everything written in the Bible is true. Hell, if you believe everything written in the Bible is true than we women would be beaten everyday and be seen as unclean when we menstrate. Jesus needs to come back…really…he needs to come back and beat some jerks over the head with a stick…a big stick.
Well, enough of my rant, but it’s Memorial Day and young men and women are dying everyday for a stupid war…started by a stupid man.
Posted on May 30th, 2007 by MJ
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Without a doubt one of the strangest, coolist, improbable movies of the new millenium. Beatrix Kiddo (Uma Thurman), a very experienced born killer, annihilates everyone in her path to get back at Bill (David Carradine) who as he says…overreacts… to finding she’s going to marry someone else. They have unfinished business and she preforms the ‘five point palm exploding heart’ technique. The music is way cool. Carradine adjusts his jacket, turns and walks five feet and collaspes. Uma drives away in her Robin Egg Blue Carma Gia. Moral of the story…don’t mess with a pregnant woman who wants to change her way of life, especially if she’s a train assassin. Thank god I was never pregnant or a trained assassin…but I’d certainly like to change my life.
Today I shampooed the rugs. What a useless, sweaty, shitty way to use up a Sunday. They do look better and maybe the stink has been removed from the house. Everyday for the next month I am going to spend one to two hours cleaning something because it MUST be done. I wish mom had some energy to do something besides knit…like clean her closet… Tomorrow I’m going to go purchase some already grown flowers and put them in the area I prepared last weekend. Most of the flowers I tried to grow, died. So much for a green thumb.
I just finished a book called The Wild Trees. It’s about the giant redwoods in California that grow to just short of 400 feet. Some of them are believed to be over two thousand years old. In 1918 a group of wealthy people ( and some concerned citizens) started purchasing tracks of land to save these trees..even so over 96 percent of these beautiful trees were harvested by logging companies (the almighty buck rules, you know). Before I die I will go see these trees though I’m way to old to climb them now. I want to see a fairy ring which is a group of trees growing from the left trunk of a downed tree. The new trunks are clones of the original tree and from what I gather from this book they are a sight to behold. It’s not a very well constructed book from my point of view..but you catch excitement from reading it.
My next reading assignment is Death by Black Hole by Neil DeGrasse Tyson. On and off I’m reading the God Delusion, too, by Richard Dawkins.
Well, I haven’t gotten any comments from any of my blogs and I can only assume all my friends are dead or dying or simply not computer savvy. Which one are you?
Posted on May 27th, 2007 by MJ
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Today, Edie and I, did a mini-wine tour. I purchased five bottles, she purchased three. The weather was crappy, as usual, and Edie tried to walk but her knee was hurting her. Now I’m not a big wine drinker, but there are a couple of wines from a couple of wineries that are simply delicious. One is Blanc de Blanc…a white bubbly that is better than most white champaigns. Edie bought three bottles and I choose to buy one called Spumante Blush. When we were much younger, dad would purchase an Italian spumante that we’d have on special occasions. On my twenty-fifth birthday I was fortunate enough to be in Italy where my cousins bottled their own sparkling champaign. This blush reminds me of theirs. Hopefully I won’t get as drunk as I did that day. Alas, I have no one to share the bounty of the vine with these days so I have to wait for very special occasions, like birthdays and such. My sister and brother-in-law’s wedding anniversary is coming up and I’m going to bring a few of these buys with me when we celebrate their thirty-fifth. Enjoying a glass of wine with family is a special treat. Once in a while Edie and I indulge, too, although she likes very dry reds and I’m a semi-sweet kind of girl. I doubt I’ll imbib this evening, but it’s something to look forward to. And when I do, I’ll lift a glass to you. Have a great evening.
Posted on May 20th, 2007 by MJ
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Yes, the second Sunday in May and it’s officially the day we honor our mothers. I purchased a card and a couple of mini-roses I’m going to plant in the front yard as soon as some new top soil is delivered on Tuesday. Lots of gardening tasks scheduled for this week.
I’m sorry to say that I killed a chipmonk this morning on the way to the store and I’m very sad about it. It was running across the road though and it didn’t make it under the car without getting hit by my back wheel. I simply couldn’t stop in time. My gramma Mary told us shortly after our beloved black cocker spaniel was hit by a car in South Bend, Indiana on our way to her house in Brooklyn, that Tar Baby died so that some human being could live. Imagine that, a God that takes animals to save people. Now I’m sure that calmed me no end when she said it, but since I’m no longer a non-thinking child, and inclined to be sceptical of such fecundity, I think it’s important to acknowledge that I caused the death of one of nature’s own. And it makes me very sad. Regardless of whether or not some person didn’t expire because it died.
Now, as to why I am not a mother. Some people would say I was a mother…. you know what, I’m sure, because that’s what people do. It never occurred to me to even think about becoming a mother. I wasn’t one to play with dolls. I never daydreamed/imagined/contemplated being a mother. I actually loved my six-shooters I got for Christmas when I was eight and a half more than I like that silly doll my mother and dad gave me that same Christmas. Some could say I am perverse and I’d agree. About five years later my brother Mike got a BB rifle and I killed a bird with it. I changed my mind immediately about guns and what can be done with them. Could I wontenly kill another animal ever again? NO, in a word, but then there are some people I wouldn’t hesitate to take out if given a chance. I’m just perverse that way and that might be the reason I never became a mother or own a gun. And besides my gleeful perversity, I never met anyone I loved enough to want to reproduce with. Well, maybe one, but it wasn’t to be and I can only say it’s for the best. We both would have made terrible parents. To be a parent one must be able to be completely unselfish and I’m simply not made that way.
But for those of you who are mothers, thank you. Thank you for your patience, your courage, your sacrifice, your willingness to repopulate the earth and your undying love for your children. And a special thank you to my mother who I love with the passion of a priest for her God.
Posted on May 13th, 2007 by MJ
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