Well I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. ...
I don't relate much to that song anymore. But there were younger days when it could have been written about me.
When I read or watch a movie, next to a good mystery I get most absorbed in westerns. The exploits of Americans murdering and displacing Indians and Mexicans while settling the west is revealing; the justifications often offered ring hollow but hey...it is what it is and it's done.
Much of what is offered is tempered with poetic license, either to add intrigue or take the edge off the sins of man. I think not many, today, could weather the challenges faced by those early pioneers. We are too spoiled and pampered reaping the rewards, when not getting mired in our own brand of exploitation.
I watched The Last Wagon last night. It's a good yarn that attempts to find middle ground to place the blame for the massacres by both white men and Indians, while weaving in romance and understanding. Centered around a white man, raised by Indians, fighting back against injustice... it's a story that could be more real than fiction. There are some worthwhile lessons to be learned from the story.
All this talk about the Pope, abstinence, condoms, politics, religion, and foisting self-induced morality on others be damned. Life does not stop because of our differences. We either learn to get along or we don't. If we don't, it's as simple as taking different paths and avoiding intersecting crossroads. The problem, I think... is, even as we get older simplicity seems fleeting. Confrontation appears more attractive. Why is that?
I mean, what possible joy comes from exploiting our beliefs to denegrate others? Expressing our beliefs is one thing. Suggesting that our way is the only way is just plain shallow thinking. I have no problem rejecting the way many choose to live their lives, or expressing why I think their choices are wrong. But, that doesn't make their choices wrong for them. It just puts us on different highways in life.
Eventually, we will all reach the end of the road. Some invision a judgement day awaiting them. Others, like me simple hope we've lived a good and full life.
Rub a dub dub
Since I don't have a housekeeper anymore, I was up most of the night doing my twice a month house sanitation thing. You know... those extras that don't come with daily chores. It always starts in the kitchen for me. Taking unused dishes out of the cupboard and running them through the dish machine; Wiping down all surfaces with hot water/pine-sol; hand scrubbing the ceramic tile floor; ridding the fridge of uneaten left-overs. Then it's off to the bathrooms to wash them down with pine-sol and spray the tub/shower with mildew defender; and the can with bleach.
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