Watching Obama on Letterman tonight, I was impressed.  Both he and Letterman said all the things I hoped they would, and more so.

I have to admit, though, when Obama gave a quiet shout out to New Yorkers about 9/11, and spoke of his reasons for wanting to continue to go after Al Qaeda, it brought home memories I thought I had forgotten after all the other crap that's happened since.

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...the label makers on this last bottle of wine were right. It does taste like chocolate with a hint of cherry cream.

Go figure!

It was only $7.99 to boot.

This is just to say....

that getting fired is everything it's cracked up to be. Hence, the wine. AND the whine. You get the second for free, to boot!

This is just to say....

that Lalo and his sexy hat are still mine. Even if Lalo turns out to be a girl.

Wouldn't THAT blow all your minds!  Oh, wait.  I only want the hat. 

This is just to say that you all are so mind-blowingly-lovely, words cannot express what it feels like to meet the sunrise knowing at least two of you are still here, maybe three, to greet me.

This is just to say that this is my last weekend of fucking off because I have a job that's awaiting me, and I will not see it as a job, but as a paycheck.

Ooops.

Wrong.

I will see it as the opportunity it will be, and can be, and must be. Because I am in need and therefore must find my niche, and not just satisfy an itch.

So, if I get an interview next week, don't show this to my prospective boss, unless you truly hate me.  And then I will come after you with a vengeance.   Because:

This is just to say that we all are in the same boat, whether we have a castle or a moat. This is just to say that whether it's your bathroom or your entire home that's being rebuilt, you can spend your time hanging out with at least one of us, if not all of us. Because we all care.

This is just to say we don't care if you're a rutabaga or in need of roughage. We're all tough enough, and we've got roots too.

This is just to say, we don't care how many recommends are amongst us, nor where they come from. Because we're all near being close enough to being adults here to not care.

This is just to say that we, er, I, do not care if you're a triangle or a square, or a Ponzi scheme or Reich or the reich they think is so bad for us.....or, worse yet, US.

We are all one. We are all here. We all love Josh and we all love TPM.

Otherwise, we'd be at Huff Po.

Right?

Ignorance: the state or fact of being ignorant : lack of knowledge, education, or awareness

Greed: a selfish and excessive desire for more of something (as money) than is needed

The two things I see wrong with humans in general, whether they be in America, or the former USSR or Guam or Timbuktu, are these two things:

Ignorance, and Greed.

I used to think that a proverbial village, left untouched, might still exist, where there was no television and no newsprint and nothing more than a gentle bartering system existing of leaves of grass, or beads.   Where people simply lived in communal style and worked towards their village's greater good together.

I'll give you my personal take on this, because that's all I really have to give you.

My great grandparents came to America and made themselves.

I took great pride in that, once.

I was once told my sisters and I were DAR's.  

I took great pride in that, once.

I dropped out of high school, and take no pride in it whatsoever.

That's part of the reason I can only give you my personal take on things.

My parents divorced when I was three years old and back in the late 60's to early 70's, that was still kinda weird.  The Brady Bunch had parents.  The Partridge Family matriarch, good old Shirley Jones, was a widow.  Carly Simon sang, "That's The Way I Always Heard It Should Be" and I'm not sure many people understood the lyrics, and if they did, they were either too busy holding her nipples against her, or too busy ogling them.

I grew up feeling the odd girl out.  Heh.  I mean that I felt LIKE the odd girl out, you...

Most of my friends had both parents, at first.  Including most of my black and Trinidadian and Italian and Hispanic and British and Japanese and even Australian friends in school.  In 2nd Grade.  They wondered what it was like for me to see my dad only every other weekend.  They wondered what my mother was like.  They wondered about how I sat down to dinner every night, and whether we prayed.  I didn't know what it was like to have a mother and father at the dinner table every night, so I didn't know how to answer them.  I just felt different.

Added to that, I had to get glasses in 4th Grade, and I turned out to really suck at Phys Ed in 3rd.  Last one picked for any team, whether it was T-ball or kickball or hide and go seek.  Heh, the only time I was picked first was in Medicine Ball.  

My family moved from a diverse neighborhood in NY to a very close little (rich) town in Connecticut when I was in 4th grade.  By the time I entered 5th Grade, I needed braces on my teeth and I was introverted enough that my very progressive school in Connecticut advised my mother to put me in the care of a child psychologist.  And so she did.  It only added to my grief, but I didn't know how to tell my mother that.  She was struggling enough already with my two sisters and me.

By the time I entered 8th Grade, many of my friends started going through their own parents' divorces and other issues and had befriended each other and students of color and my background started to not really matter as much.  All of us just started to sort of coalesce together.  The odd balls out.

I haven't really changed much, since then.  

In fact, maybe I'm still stuck there.

So it's easy for me to pretend to see what's wrong in the world today.  It's easy for me to narrow things down, looking back at there and now, because I don't have the college education to tell me what's wrong in the world.  I just have my own insight.

To me, it comes down to Ignorance, and Greed.

Not seeing beyond yourself, and not caring enough to even try.

That's being both ignorant, and greedy.