
I was awakened at 5:30am by one of the cats coming in and sitting on my head and purring. I was dreaming I was sarcastically greeting a high school friend. She turned out to have a propensity for nervous breakdowns. She was and maybe still is unutterably vain, incapable of a healthy relationship with males older than thirteen, which, of course, means she couldn't really have healthy interactions with those under thirteen. She was always trying to impress them in her bikini. Then the cat sat on my head and so I don't know what I was wanting to work out with that dream.
I did not go back to bed until after The Honda Gods called to tell me they'd found the part in Chino, California. It will be here Tuesday, and if all goes well I will be able to drive away Tuesday night, get a couple three more years out of the old girl... for something near a thousand dollars. Then I got the rest of my night's sleep and dreamed and dreamed I know not what.
For some reason it feels vital to me to remember my dreams right now, not just that I am dreaming.
Beside all that, I have been obsessing on my outrage that President Obama feels he can state to us that he will not prosecute agents who tortured detainees. It has been my understanding my entire life that the president has no say so on who gets prosecuted and who doesn't. It has been my understanding that the Attorney General brings prosecutions, or causes to be investigated for prosecution, against everyone shown to have committed crimes of this magnitude. I don't understand why no one is questioning this.
At the picture link you can hear Scott Horton saying that Zapatero has absolutely no power to stop the prosecutions for war crimes in Spain, and doesn't seem to think the little political favor done by him for Twinkle Toes will have any bearing on whether they go forward or not. I don't know if this is so, but it sounds precisely like the United States justice system used to sound to me.
I guess there really isn't any denying the black mood I'm in. I'll just try not to make others suffer unduly for it.
After Bush 2, Obama seemed like a breath of fresh air. But he isn't. It's difficult to process what's happening, but it's important to do so.
ReplyDeleteTo that end, I find your thoughts helpful.
-Joel
Thank you so much, Joel.
ReplyDeleteI really despise feeling like I'm such a bummer, but I'm doing it because I want us to do a good job, finally, so badly.
I was just sitting here wishing Obama would have just done 50% better. It still wouldn't be good enough, but we could lucidly hold out hope. I was also wondering how I could get some face time to, metaphorically, slap him around, AND slap a testosterone patch on him.
So, truly, thanks for your comment.
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You got a broken honda?
ReplyDeleteWe got a broken honda!
Hit by a freakin SUV
My Honda is my life and she almost died, but for this little part they had to search the universe to come up with and will cost me every scrap of discretionary money for a year to have done.
ReplyDeleteWhen the revolution comes, I hope to hell all the SUVs, except the new hybrid Hummers, 100 mpg, gets blown to smithereens.
I want's me cold fusion. HAR
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