Andy has returned from Haiti, more or less safe and sound, and will likely return to regularly scheduled programming just as soon as he gets caught up on American beer, assorted meats and cheeses, and sex with his girlfriend…all very necessary things, I might add. As for me, I never left the country, though I clearly live in a land of oddity. Midwestern ethos notwithstanding, ignorance isn’t the only repellent thing one can find in farm country. More pervasive, and perhaps more dangerous, is devoted commitment to ideas with no basis in fact or reason.
To put a finer point on what I mean, people want their fucking FEMA money, but great bearded Zeus help you if you even fart something that sounds vaguely like two consenting adults wanting to commit marriage upon each other AND have matching sexual organs. Not sure I’ll ever quite understand the resistance. But the good thing about life is that death comes for us all, and most of that petty ignorance tends to die off too, leaving us the next petty ignorance to climb into society’s brutal gaze.
A lot of odd turns brings you to a place of specific geography. And it isn’t always an easy thing to identify the reasons why. At times such as these, I find it helpful to remember how very shitty so many people have it in this world of ours. Honestly, when you really break it down, most of the planet lives in such pain, bankruptcy, weariness, and sheer terror that problems like “my Visa bill is too high” or “Sarah Palin is kind of a twat” don’t really rank up there too highly in the whole food-shelter-safety paradigm. I guess what I’m trying to say is: we all have problems. I thank sweet Allah that an oil leak in my Cutlass or heightened seasonal allergies are about the worst of mine at the moment. This really is a great fucking country.
So, more POW! BAM! SMOOSH! BIFF! to come friends. Same bat time, same bat channel.
