Lulu Lunacy

One is just offensive. It doesn't hurt anyone or anything or change anything. It doesn't lessen the status nor power, grace and history of it or the country and people it represents.  You honestly think burning a replica of our flag is "evil'? That's a big, heavy hitting word used in proper context. Evil? The SAME evil as MASSACRING PEOPLE? That's insane to suggest. The other is not offensive it's absolutely unacceptable. It is permanent, evil, unchangeable and murderous.  Yet day after day I see people posting several times a day about people (degrading the flag in any way) needing to be banished, shot, exiled (if you don't like my flag, leave, I'll help you pack) arrested, jailed, fined, beaten up, etc. But Assad (just a current example) is attacking his people with chlorine gas (horrifically painful) and our own police are militarizing to a breaking point, the dam is cracking, they're killing people, kicking people in the face as they compl...

There's something very heart breaking about what I just witnessed. Little boys not being allowed to climb a tree. Although I totally understand why they were told to come down and never go up it again, I also feel just as strongly that they should have been allowed to.  I would shit myself if I walked outside & found Thatcher in this tree, and at the same time I would be thrilled for him. I let my girls climb trees. Maybe that makes me a bad mother or reckless, but I remember  being younger and climbing trees, onto sheds, even the roof of our house. Sitting on window ledges with my feet dangling, hell, walking outside ledges from window to window to scare my brother. Oddly enough, I'm afraid of heights, but I'm not afraid of the fear of being afraid of heights. I remember the feeling of something inside me eyeing up a tree, plotting a route and urging myself to just scramble on up there and sit, above everyone's view, seeing stuff they couldn't see from an angle...

It's ironic, but not unfathomable that someone exercising their right to Freedom of Speech makes a negative remark about the very group of people who are, in theory, defending that right to speak freely. You can be upset about it and call it a dick move, or you can just thank whatever entity or living being you want that WE ALL have the same right to say stupid shit and make people facepalm all over the country. I can't say I either like nor dislike Michael Moore. I have seen some of his work, so I'm familiar with his ideas, and I did read the Twitter in it's entirety, his grandfather was killed by a sniper in WWII. That doesn't do anything more to/for his "offending" comment than to put it in perspective. His grandfather also died for his grandson's right to speak freely in our country. He also probably, like me, had other family members who served and maybe died protecting our country and our right to say stupid shit. Freedom of Speech should pretty ...

The Hour Without Power  July 2, 2010 at 12:32am Earlier tonight I was merrily Facebooking away, my TV next to me chattering about the latest news of kidnappings, idiot celebrities and oil spill tragedies. The A/C humming behind me cooling the hot apartment off and the refrigerator keeping my beer nice & cold for me. Then *POOF* The power went off. Wait. The POWER WENT OFF!! PANIC! My precious interwebs! I was in the middle of posting a reply to a comment! Ahhh! I'm  gonna get hot! What am I going to do? I actually did panic for a minute. Fine. Powers out. I crawled under the desk & shut the power off for the computer & printer. Turned the A/C power off. Opened windows. Walked outside onto the balcony. A few other neighbors in my apartment complex were also popping out of their porch doors to see if they could get any answers. We were like Clown fish. We came out. Went back in. Came out again...went back in. Then came out. I did some dishes t...

~Remember~ I saw the blinding descent of the sun turning my eyes and my World flaming bronze You insisted you saw glittering silver snowflakes Tumbling through the velvet darkness Drifting snow and copper glow Tell me, do you know me? I have seen you In lives lived past Tell me you remember me I saw furious black clouds tumbling over one another Spilling curtains of hot rain You insisted once more Of icicles and thick, powdered snow As far as our eyes can see like a glittering sheet Please say you remember Tell me, with your eyes like a lake of ice and sparkling like the snow Tell me, do you remember me? I remember you. I’ve felt you missing from my soul I’ve seen you waiting in my dreams Watching from your castle tower high beyond the drifting snow Your shadow cast in silver by the looming, brilliant moon I saw it raining, warm , salted tears of mine I saw you catch them And throw them to the indigo sky Stars, they became, silver, shimmering lights Yes, you...