03 March 2010

you aren't doing anything about it

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Are you? Those right wing fundamentalist maniacs are at least as upset about the rulers of the world as we are. Both sides revile it. EVEN those who aren't sure what it's called. We ALL have the same enemy. We are billions. They are so very few. The ONLY thing that keeps them safe from us is keeping us fighting amongst each other.

The ONLY thing.

24 hours later: I put in the wrong link... too sleepy... and I can't find the right one now. Doesn't completely matter because you won't do a thing about any of their perfidy... but... well... I'll keep looking when I get up in the morning... but in the meantime I've linked a different piece I think you oughta consider....


Oh, no! Wait. I just remembered how to track it down. Here. I'll post it up top again and leave the replacement link here.

Sorry. What a sleepy old twit.... :-P


  1. Yo, Nine. A friend mentioned 'Home' by M. Robinson, the Amazon blurb made me think of your own grappling with your father. Don't know if you'd be interested or maybe have alread read it, but 20 seconds later... (Oarwell)

    "What does it mean to come home?" In one way or another, every character in Home is searching for that answer. Glory Boughton, now 38 and lovelorn, has returned to Gilead to care for her dying father. Her wayward brother Jack also finds his way back, though his is an uneasy homecoming, reverberating with the scandal that drove him away twenty years earlier. Glory and Jack unravel their stories slowly, speaking to each other more in movements than in words--a careful glance here, a chair pulled out from the table there--against a domestic backdrop so richly imagined you may be fooled into believing their house is your own. Meanwhile, their father, whose ebullient love for his children is a welcome counterpoint to Glory and Jack's conflicted emotions, experiences his own kind of reckoning as he yearns to understand his troubled son. There is a simplicity to this story that belies the complexity of its characters--they are bound together by a profound capacity for love and by an equally powerful sense of private conviction that tries the ties that bind, but never breaks them. It's a delicate sort of tension that you think would resist exposition--and in fact these characters seem to want nothing more than, as Glory says, to treat "one another's deceptions like truth"--but Marilynne Robinson's fine, tender prose imbues this family's secrets with an overwhelming grace. --Anne Bartholomew

  2. I haven't read it. I used to read between seven and ten books a week, for years and years, decades... but my vision sucks and a long bout with neurological weirdness from my spinal canal being nearly completely occluded sort of drove me to just reading magazines and internet stuff... plus moving so far away from my friends and neighbors with whole mansions filled with books for me to read.....

    The deal with my father is so horrific I don't think I ever go a whole day without crying about it. He's NOT dotty. He's had little strokes that make it so he can't talk straight most of the time, and has intractable trouble with spatial orientation... so needs always to be directed to the room where he wants to go. Can stare straight at the toilet but doesn't put it together that that's the thing he should pee into. So, obviously, needs a great deal of help. But my mother locked him away in a "memory unit"... and Alzheimer's ward... where he does NOT belong. He knows who he is and who we are and is perfectly lucid... just having a kind of psychedelic time of it.

    He is hurt and scared and aggravated by completely insane old people all around him all the time. My mother and my sister WILL NOT admit that he doesn't belong there, that he should be home and we can get help in. It's almost as though he's an old race horse they want to put out to pasture... or a dog they can't put to sleep.

    He is the sweetest, most wonderful guy. All the nurses where he is love him to itty bitty bits. Even with his problems, they still love to talk with him, and help him.

    But he thinks my mother has left him, that he's getting a divorce, and HE'S RIGHT. While technically he's not divorced, in reality, he is. I live SIX hours from where he is and no way do I have the money to move down there to be near him, which I would do, despite hating that town, because ALL that is open to me to help alleviate some of the pain and betrayal and fear and aggravation is to just be with him as much as possible.

    If I had the money, I would kidnap him and take care of him myself, but my mother has power of attorney and she won't budge. I know many families have all sorts of problems that horrifically only worsen in times like these but... this is BRUTAL... and he SO does NOT deserve this.

    I'll shut up. Good to see you.

  3. My good friend had a stroke a couple of weeks ago. I worked with him shortly after the first of the year and he complained of not feeling right. The guy is about 6'2" and weighs all of 160 lbs. As long as I've known him he has been a bundle of energy. But his was different he said. Just climbing a 12 foot ladder totally sapped him. He had no energy.
    Several days later, after no improvement, he went to the doctor and found his heart rate was 155. They started him on blood thinners and had him come back two days later. There was no improvement so they upped his dosages. About a week later he was working in his back yard when suddenly he could only see out of his left eye and his right side felt like it was "asleep".
    He called for his daughter who called 911 for him. He was hospitalized for three days and then sent home with a pile of pills and syringes.
    Outwardly he appears normal but he complains that his right hand and foot frequently go numb and he has noticed problems with short term memory. It comes and goes he says. He can talk to someone on the phone, hang up and five minutes later know he talked on the phone but not to whom or what about.

    The guy is only 46, self employed contractor, and his wife works part time - no insurance - so they are having to use CODA to pay the bills.

    2 shots per day - $20 copay per each, 4 other prescriptions, 2 week supplies, $20 copay for each. $1,360/month just for medication and he isn't supposed to exert himself at all so he can't work either.

  4. Methinks you have the wrong link under the photo...

    It is the same linked article as your previous post.

  5. Thank you. I was too tired. Now I can't find the damn link. Hope to find it when I'm fresh again tomorrow.


    I keep waiting for that last straw....


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