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Monday, January 30, 2006

This is Calcutta; Bohemia is dead.

Well, Cindy Boyle and I went to see Krysta up in Rocky I this past weekend. We got to play with Katie McTavish and her sister Ashley, as well as David Lopez, Joshua, and Hannah. It was pretty great, even though Josh felt like death. A muddy puddle and a sandwich filled with vinaigrette dressing attributed in a large part to my inability to keep either pair of my pants clean.

We went to Mr. Augustana, the crack-whore doctor’s office, the local hospital parking lot, the mall, Hooters, and a Panera that was potentially populated with the entire city. I also had love professed to me by David Lopez, because I like the West Wing, and got hated on for reading the paper and talking about Palestine. Also, a half naked girl, whom no one knew, was found sitting and crying in David and Bob’s room in the middle of the night, and would not speak to anyone. She then proceeded to disappear with one of Bob’s shirts in tow.

Not going to lie to you, one of the Mr. Augie contestants became my favorite after singing one of my new favorite songs, “Conservative Christian, Right Wing, Republican, Straight, White, American Males” by Todd Snider. I’ll give you a snippet, if you so desire. Well, this is my blog, so I’m going to do it even if you aren’t desirous.

Conservative Christian, right wing Republican, straight, white, American males.
Gay bashing, black fearing, poor fighting, tree killing, regional leaders of sale.
Frat housing, keg tapping, shirt tucking, back slapping, haters of hippies like me.

Tree hugging, peace loving, pot smoking, porn watching, lazy ass hippies like me.
Tree hugging, love making, pro choicing, gay wedding, widespread digging hippies like me.

Skin color-blinded, conspiracy-minded, protestors of corporate greed.
We who have nothing and most likely will ‘till we all wind up locked up in jails by conservative Christian, right wing Republican, straight, white, American males.


Anyway, I think I am really disgruntled. I guess the world really is what it is, and I can’t change anything. But maybe that same idea is the real problem with everything. The other day my mother asked me if I would want to have to fight a war on American soil. I thought that the obvious answer was “no,” and then I thought again.

I said “yes.” Perhaps seeing her friends, neighbors, and children dead in the streets would change her mind about supporting war anywhere. Perhaps that’s just what the whole of the American public needs to see to get their shit straight. We’re seriously living in a fantasy world around here, especially in our famed Ankeny Iowa, and I’m just about pretty darn fucking sick of it. I’m sorry. I really just want to scream.

Ashley

Coming of age during the plague
Of Reagan and Bush
Watching Capitalism gun down Democracy
It had this funny effect on me
I guess
.
I am cancer
I am HIV
And I'm down at the blue Jesus
Blue Cross hospital
Just looking up from my pillow
Feeling blessed

2 Comments:

  • 9/11 is an example of what happens when war is fought on American soil.

    I'd rather fight the war on terror in Baghdad than Boston for example.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:50 PM  

  • Ashley, I am glad you would want to fight a war here. I think it would show everyone how horrible the situation in many other parts of the world; although I really don't believe anyone would get the picture no matter what you do.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:50 PM  

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