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I've kind of been re-discovering myself for the last few days. It's funny how you think you really have your act together after years of therapy and it dissolves like salt poured on wet pavement. One minute it's there and the next it's not.
I have a inkling the thick hide I thought I had developed, much like the 17th Street levee in New Orleans, was a lot thinner than I presumed. When it disappears, it's humbling, actually cathartic, but then you're left with a bewilderment of how in the hell to get it back.
What brought on all of this?
It started with the bombardment of the horrific sites of New Orleans and the realization that if I lived there I would now be homeless or worse...dead. To die in a wheelchair, on a sidewalk with thousands of people standing next to you, in what is suppose to be the richest country in the world makes everything you think you know false. We're just another 3rd world country if our government doesn't care and postures while THEIR shoes remain dry.
So now the biggest presidential buffoon this country has ever had is about to make a speech about how much he cares and how much he's done. I can only have the consolation that if it had been me dying in a wheelchair, on a sidewalk in New Orleans, I would make sure my tombstone read..."I didn't vote for the asshole."
I have a inkling the thick hide I thought I had developed, much like the 17th Street levee in New Orleans, was a lot thinner than I presumed. When it disappears, it's humbling, actually cathartic, but then you're left with a bewilderment of how in the hell to get it back.
What brought on all of this?
It started with the bombardment of the horrific sites of New Orleans and the realization that if I lived there I would now be homeless or worse...dead. To die in a wheelchair, on a sidewalk with thousands of people standing next to you, in what is suppose to be the richest country in the world makes everything you think you know false. We're just another 3rd world country if our government doesn't care and postures while THEIR shoes remain dry.
So now the biggest presidential buffoon this country has ever had is about to make a speech about how much he cares and how much he's done. I can only have the consolation that if it had been me dying in a wheelchair, on a sidewalk in New Orleans, I would make sure my tombstone read..."I didn't vote for the asshole."