Buying Pansies
I'm good and riled. Should probably wait until later to write. Nonetheless.
Please, other mothers, anyone with your carefully formed arguments. Help me out here. Because this is going to be a rant. And rants are not always carefully formed. I will not be offended if you find fault with my rage induced logic and will be grateful if you create clarity where clarity is lacking.
Knew that he said it a while back, but actually hearing him say, "promote culture of life" in car, over radio invoked and released an inner rage. Six hours, two phone rants and two person to person rants later I continue to be agitated.
Mr. Bush. What the fuck do you mean when you say "culture of life"? What is it and how have you created it? By waging war in the name of God to stop one "very bad man" not in possession of weapons of mass destruction while the majority of the world looks on in horror at the ties you've severed, at the blood bath you've made. Does promoting culture of life mean making false links between Sadam Hussein and terrorism so that a shitload of folks will sign up to give their lives, in essence, saving yours? They die so that you may live. And you ask them to do it. And they listen to you because you are the fucking president.
Sidestep the deaths you've caused, in the name of life. Keep a brain dead person in a persistently vegetative state alive for 15 plus years, in the name of life. Stick your legislative penis into a woman, control her body, control her life, in the name of life. Refuse adequate funding of stem cell research, in your opinion the not entirely formed alive, more alive than those whose lives depend on this research. All, in the name of life. Who the fuck do you think you are? God.
The man talks about respecting life, keeping a brain that is dead alive and in the next breath talks about fighting terrorism (with the lives of men, women, children), waging war, without fully understanding terrorism or war. Or war on terrorism. And the plan. Send anyone who will listen to his message about fighting for freedom, capturing bad men, doing the right thing. Sign em up and send em over. He's not the guy who has to pull the trigger, toss the bombs. Not the one who has to comfort the crying mamas who have lost their babies to this war, to his fight, personal and holy as it is. Easy to talk about promoting culture of life when you don't have to deal with the persistently vegetative state of those who return, when they come back more dead than alive.
I can't make sense of it. Ranting to Kim T in the parking lot of Wolf Hill. "Where are they?" she asks. The ones who speak out about these kinds of things. Where is Gloria? Where is Hilary? "Where am I?" I ask, little political action on my part since pushing stroller up McMansion driveways, door to door in New Hampshire, Republican stronghold.
I'll tell you where I am. I am buying pansies. Because it is spring. And I don't know what else to do.
Please, other mothers, anyone with your carefully formed arguments. Help me out here. Because this is going to be a rant. And rants are not always carefully formed. I will not be offended if you find fault with my rage induced logic and will be grateful if you create clarity where clarity is lacking.
Knew that he said it a while back, but actually hearing him say, "promote culture of life" in car, over radio invoked and released an inner rage. Six hours, two phone rants and two person to person rants later I continue to be agitated.
Mr. Bush. What the fuck do you mean when you say "culture of life"? What is it and how have you created it? By waging war in the name of God to stop one "very bad man" not in possession of weapons of mass destruction while the majority of the world looks on in horror at the ties you've severed, at the blood bath you've made. Does promoting culture of life mean making false links between Sadam Hussein and terrorism so that a shitload of folks will sign up to give their lives, in essence, saving yours? They die so that you may live. And you ask them to do it. And they listen to you because you are the fucking president.
Sidestep the deaths you've caused, in the name of life. Keep a brain dead person in a persistently vegetative state alive for 15 plus years, in the name of life. Stick your legislative penis into a woman, control her body, control her life, in the name of life. Refuse adequate funding of stem cell research, in your opinion the not entirely formed alive, more alive than those whose lives depend on this research. All, in the name of life. Who the fuck do you think you are? God.
The man talks about respecting life, keeping a brain that is dead alive and in the next breath talks about fighting terrorism (with the lives of men, women, children), waging war, without fully understanding terrorism or war. Or war on terrorism. And the plan. Send anyone who will listen to his message about fighting for freedom, capturing bad men, doing the right thing. Sign em up and send em over. He's not the guy who has to pull the trigger, toss the bombs. Not the one who has to comfort the crying mamas who have lost their babies to this war, to his fight, personal and holy as it is. Easy to talk about promoting culture of life when you don't have to deal with the persistently vegetative state of those who return, when they come back more dead than alive.
I can't make sense of it. Ranting to Kim T in the parking lot of Wolf Hill. "Where are they?" she asks. The ones who speak out about these kinds of things. Where is Gloria? Where is Hilary? "Where am I?" I ask, little political action on my part since pushing stroller up McMansion driveways, door to door in New Hampshire, Republican stronghold.
I'll tell you where I am. I am buying pansies. Because it is spring. And I don't know what else to do.
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