Eleven years ago we got the Weapons of Mass Destruction scare. As a result, we invaded Iraq, needlessly, and thousands of Americans died fighting a war that no one but they and their families had to pay for on a daily basis. Taxes went down, not up. No one had to pay anything. The worst part is that it was all built on scare tactics that Republicans and Democrats alike went right along with. Now I see we’re replaying that film.
People put themselves in danger and hurt themselves saving dogs and I have to wonder if that isn’t some implied recognition that to so many of these animals we are gods for good or ill. They count on us. They look to us.
Very close to my downtown apartment was a small overgrown lot complete with a locked 10 foot high chain link fence. I contacted the owner and asked if I could use it for a garden. They said yes, that they’d be glad to have it cleared at least, and gave me the key to the fence’s lock. For two years in a row now I’ve had a hell of a garden. That’s right, I’m living the dream.
Four months after your child’s birth, at which the adoptive father cut the umbilical cord, and just a few days before you deploy to go get shot at for your country, you’re finally notified that, surprise, your ex-fiance’ gave your child up for adoption without telling you.
People embarking on first careers need to take this to heart. When you’re failing everyone can smell it.
Quit playing the game and think for yourself.
We could all use more beautiful things to take up our headspace and this irregular series will be my attempt to contribute to that headspace filling.
“Approval has generally increased in a linear fashion from Gallup’s first measure in 1958, reaching the majority threshold in 1997, and crossing the three-quarters line in 2004.”
Interest in Cold Fusion nosedived afterwards and only a very few individuals around the world continued any kind of work on it.
Every view expressed on cable news about this case was framed by White people.