No Plans

How can my head spin worse than ever, while I still must move forward with some plan for what remains of my life. Day to day video clips and verbal outtakes snap my mind back from mundane thoughts to reality. Reared by two genetically pessimistic parents, it probably would have been impossible for me to look on things in a sanguine way, even on days when my own personal history had good days.

After waking and sipping part of a cup of tea I turn to one of the 24 hour news channels and hesitatingly glance at the latest fracas. Finding Mel Gibson drunk on the highways of Malibu...well that would be a typical news days in recent years - the sort of news however that society here immerses itself in; ignoring in the main the horrors going on all around them. Sad to be among those who "needs to know" as opposed to the societal ostriches, I view the latest death counts in Iraq and miscellaneous other bad news. Nuts.

Having literally been at home 24/7 during the Watergate hearings, I was barely 26 at the time and yet knew what I was witnessing. Driving an hour to get on a train into work in NYC several years before this, I had long since realized the manipulation going on in the background in corporate America. Feeling the pulse of the grey city, listening to ice cubes clink in glasses riding the bar car on the Westchester Express - my days were nights and nights days. A sense of aggravation and disgust often rode with me: my life has almost never been my own.

Minimum wage. What horrible premise do those making millions of dollars a year, who belly up to the oyster bar daily, find to justify their right to even "set" such an UNLIVEABLE hourly wage for hard working class people? Beats me. Always did. And then to afford themselves yearly raises for working what in 2006 amounts to approximately 80 days out of the calendar year! Please. Why am I then forced to watch the TV clip at the G8 summit of our witless leader chewing out of the side of his mouth, spewing epithets and calling out to another world leader, "Yo!". Way beyond crass and tasteless. Dodododo.... the twilight zone. A death knell for our society. A total world wide disassociation to the fact that "collateral damage" is killing of innocent humans. Bombing and destroying lands and buildings justified in the name of achieving an end to terror? when in fact that killing is the same as terror. Why can't these people all sit down to a table and talk until they work out their differences? Why in this year and age are we still testosterone pumped only by acts of aggression - not by a gentle kindly settlement or a thought-out resolution to a problem. All the president's men know - they wrote the document leading into this era. And the secretary needs another pair of Ferragamo's. There cannot possibly be any mirrors in Washington.
Most days I wish I was already gone - how's that for sarcasm.