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I interrupt your regularly scheduled good-will, with Moral Fucking Outrage

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I’ve seen your posts this weekend people.  I’ve seen that picture. And I have held my tongue.  The “Your God isn’t Allowed in Schools” picture.  The one that seems to want to say that if God was still allowed in schools then shootings like this would not happen.

And all I’ve wanted to say was fuck you.  Fuck you and your self-righteousness.

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Open Mic – setlist

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Insanely good night – good poetry – good readers – and I had a good reading.. even while I recognized the terribly solemn. . .there was  good stuff to be found.

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Because When You’re Six – 

To be honest, I would like to forget, I would prefer not to remember.  I would enjoy not knowing.  I don’t want to be given some CNN, narrated by Wolf Blitzer, version of the event.

And to be honest, there’s no way I could forget feeling by 9:45am that world was bound to be ending.  People fell out of the sky. Men ran not away from, but into fires. And me, I became a grown woman by 10:22.

That day was perfect, blue skies in Boston, as far as you could see.  And while I was downing a coffee to erase a Monday night Jack and Coke bender,  I remember smiling as I rounded the corner on to Huntington ave.

But then  within minutes, in only the time it took to start a computer, every email I sent to someone I knew in NYC said, “are you okay, is everyone you know okay?”

Every phone line was jammed, I woke my brother in my mother’s house, and said “turn on the tv”.

The Harvard docs we intended to send to Atlanta out of Logan that day — – so we were afraid –had come back to our conference room – and I watched grown men with PhD’s shatter.

When released from work, like most of Boston that day, The paper box on the corner held the Globe’s first Extra in fifty years.  “War” is all it spoke.

And the walk out to the bus stop, the free bus ride home, it was as if Boston had been abandoned, because every doc who worked in the medical area that day, had caught a ride to NYC, because they thought there would be more wounded, more survivors.

I walked into a six bedroom house full of all those people, my family by circumstance, not birth.  More home at that minute, than it had ever been before.

And that TV that I said to turn on, stayed on for days, and my heart  hurt for every mother, father, wife, husband, and child.  My heart hurt for my grandfather who was no longer bordering on stupendous.

Dan Rather lost it on Letterman, and I lost it too. Wondered how anyone managed to live through anything like this with all  of their heart intact.

The half a pack-of smokes began to border on a whole, the two beers, became more, and I was dying to be able to wave a magic wand, and stop all those kids from being shipped away to fight a war in some frat boy’s passion play.

Forget, how could I – how could anyone, when four planes managed to rip out the heart of our Constitution, and deliver us an Act so Patriotic, that we began to question the Quakers in Maine.

Not remember, how would I – when it was just people going to work, and doing their jobs,  like I did that day. Except mine was the just the city they flew the planes out of, not into.

So pardon me, if I don’t let the media get one more ad buy from my viewing today. Pardon me, if I sound a little bitter, but, there’s not a person over 13 who can’t tell you where they were that day–

“We had gone to Atkins for a field-trip for Preschool, Ms. B, to get  cider donuts , but we had to come home, and eat our donuts on the bus. That’s what I remember Ms. B”.

Ms. B, I thought it was our Northampton airport that it happened at – though the planes had crashed there, silly huh, Ms. B?”

Not so silly – because when your six, your world gets to be that small.

So if I tell you that my heart still breaks, that I still hold my breath when a plane flies too low, and that I still get tears when I see a fireman in NYC, If I tell you all that, then, will you just let me be,  will you just let me forget.

 

Because when you are six —

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To be honest, I would like to forget, I would prefer not to remember.  I would enjoy not knowing.  I don’t want to be given some CNN, narrated by Anderson Cooper, version of the event.

And to be honest, there’s no way I could forget feeling by 9:45am that world was bound to be ending.  People fell out of the sky. Men ran not away from, but into fires. And me, I became a grown woman by 10:22. Read the rest of this entry

Cairo

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Engel on Maddow.

Just summed up the oh so complicated relationship of Egypt and the US.

He pulls out of his pocket an empty tear gas container explains that they are all over the street, holds it up and reads its inscription.

“Made in Jamestown, VA, USA”

He says an Egyptian looked at him earlier in the day, holding up his own found empty tear-gas container – “Is this the Democracy you export?”

Certainly this is more tangled than the final line in a foreign correspondent’s analysis – but certainly, the US must be aware how it is we wish to deliver our messages of freedom.

“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” -MLK

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Martin Luther King may have had a dream, but he was a man of many actions, and many thoughts.  This weekend a little clip, courtesy of  my favorite independent DJ from NY, Jay Smooth,  highlighting  the other words that have just as much power and meaning as the Dream he got to have in front of the monument that day.

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

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In honor of today, a series of posts on Veteran’s day.

11 years ago I spent 11/11 in Northern Ireland and was surprised to see the poppies I recognized from home on everyone’s lapels.  Many of the other countries who celebrate today call it Armistice Day or Remembrance day  in honor of the armistice that was signed on November 11th 1918.

Here is a lovely slide show from the bbc on today’s events around the globe.

Here you can see  the History of Veteran’s  day in the US – President Wilson declared Nov 11th Armistice Protuberance day in 1919, and President Eisenhower proclaimed it Veteran’s day in 1954 in order to honor all American Veterans.