Skip to main content

God Bless America

God Bless America - 2008-07-23 08:49


God Bless America

I work with mostly people from other countries. They all. to a person, think that this is the best place on earth, though they also think Bush is an idiot.

Daniel thinks the best part is that we get to fail spectacularly, and still get to have a life. Reza thinks that having religion not be a part of government is the secret. Fatima is happy to work -- to actually get a choice to be a cop rather than the nurse her parents want her to be.

The regular white guys just show up and complain, a lot.

Sometimes we see only the problems, not the fact that in the problems also lies the solutions if faced honestly and truthfully. It's always the first step.

In my life I have failed, cried like a baby, gotten depressed for months, then got up and done things a little differently -- and with a new chance, made a new life. It has taken hard work and some very uncomfortable situations, but it got done.

Americans work hard when they have to, see and face mistakes when they have to, know how to start again when they need to -- all because we live in a place that has taught us and allowed us to be ourselves as individuals no matter how many fucking times we disappoint. We are expected to get up -- it's American to get up.

Like my Mom has always said -- 'it's never over."
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Explain nothing, except your self

Explain nothing, except your self. I feel like the last of a tribe struggling to keep my identity a secret from the mob, one step ahead at best, reduced to hiding in bushes from the monsters waiting to snag and devour me. Sort of a delicacy and a poison – a non-specific drug that exudes memes instead of hormones and physical highs – subconscious, primitive analog get-off-ness apparently responsible for some weird competitive advantage consolidating over geological time out of our mixed genus ancestors, or maybe Texans. At the same time, I feel like spasmed dots from gods own printer cartridge ejaculated onto the canvas of a great emptiness, the thought of which is expressed in the three-dimensional representation of the position I’m braced into while doing the splatting -- all hologram like but only juicier and used -- like an in and out burger wrapper chewed on by a trashcan opossum. Or better, a goat in a pickup heading for a quinceanera debating Schrödinger with the
Post a Comment
Read more

Free Willy

“…Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fulfill the book.” B. Marley Before I completely run away from the point, the subject of this essay is free will, or, more accurately, the illusion of free will. It will be interesting to see if free will even comes up laterally over the next few hundred words now that I’ve set it up as a specific goal.  The imp of the perverse makes it a sure thing that I won’t – but that surety might also double back and force  me to stay on point. There are no dogs to pick  in this fight and it’s not a fight,  and if I’m right, none of this is anything but documentation for a litigious god that will never see it. Like quantum mechanics, life is about either time or place, never both, and how we choose to pretty up our choices is neither the point, or even a choice – it’s after the fact punctuation we use to justify and make sense of our ontological messiness.  (Science has proven that we decide things with our body before the brain
Post a Comment
Read more