Put An Olive Garland On Her
7 OctMy blog used to be more about fun and randomness, and now it’s all up in arms with activism and a decidedly serious tone of “BarackTheVOTE!“, Kai accuses me.
Heck, at one point I even wrote about romance! Mah! Haha! How funny!
And it’s true, she’s right. I guess the thought of the immense challenges that befall the American masses before and after the election are weighing just a bit too much on my shoulders. I’m stressing out about things I can’t change right this second, and might not ever be able to change. I’m getting depressed about the wrongs committed to the vast, helpless middle classes that I can’t go back to prevent.
I haven’t felt this sad in general about our country since 9-11. But even then, we had that certain brilliance that we could hang onto, that reassuring feeling we got when we saw footage of firefighters, policemen, and even non-uniformed civilians slaving away at Ground Zero, looking for anything, anyone. We knew then, for sure, that we were Americans, we were in in this together, and damnit, we were going to make it out alive, and raring to go.
I keep thinking–sighing, really–about what we could have done as a nation if we only could have harnessed that can-do spirit and used it for the good of the country and the world at large, instead of the messy. We all know the story after that. The war in Iraq. The undermining of the American financial system. High stakes corporate, executive-level corruption. Bush.
Those brave Americans at Ground Zero became a symbol of those tough times. And for these demoralized times now, we have this woman to serve as our symbol. Put a olive garland on her, dress her in silken robes, and hand her the torch. She shall be our new Olympia.
I don’t know how to fix this anxiety I have. If I weren’t unemployed, it most definitely would be less. It’s like tOdd says in his first episode of Laid Off, “So I woke up on the late side–[10:30am] because I can’t seem to sleep anymore at night for a variety of reasons.”
I am finding the things I used to love immensely are losing their luster for me. I have tickets to the Ahmanson in a few weeks to see 9 to 5…I’m considering selling them, partially for the lack of a date, partially for the “I don’t feel like going” factor. I don’t even feel like going out to have drinks with my fellow alums for the mixer this Thursday night. I just want to stay home and watch more news, or listen to more NPR, or watch my fake news husband Stephen, or his friend Jon.
Someone reach through the monitor and either bop me on the head, or throttle me awake! Help!
But for tonight, let me have Drew entertain you instead, with two cartoons that actually managed to make me laugh out loud, in addition to the serious tone the other one below set. I know, I know, I have seriously dry humor, but hey, it’s me. What do you want? 🙂
Sorry if that wasn’t entertaining in the least. 😉
Disaster Sundae, Anyone?
7 OctBelieve it or not, this is a vintage Toothpaste for Dinner, and yet, Drew is relevant as ever, right on the mark. The original publication date on this is 16 Dec 2006.
Just goes to remind us all that we have been in this muck for years. The economic fallout of this week is only the shiny little red maraschino cherry on top of this disaster sundae.
pas de deux 
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