Day By Day© by Chris Muir.Saturday, February 21, 2009
This is just going to be a stream of consciousness thing, so if you’re not interested in the bizarre thoughts that tumble through my brain, scroll down and read something else, ok?
In September, 2001, I was spending my days as a pseudo-housekeeper (meaning I’m really bad at it no matter how hard I try). My husband was attending Southwest Baptist University, getting his degree in Psychology with a minor in Sociology. One beautiful Tuesday morning, he was getting around and getting ready to leave to fork, and I was watching the Today Show. Suddenly they came on with a breaking news report: a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. That was so bizarre, watching the smoke roiling out of that building, and debris floating down to the street below. We sat down and watched it for a while, then the second plane hit. I almost passed out with that one. I could literally feel every fear, and every pain the people in those towers were experiencing. Not to the extent they felt it, of course, but it was as though I was standing in the corner watching everything they were trying to do to survive. If I closed my eyes, I could almost see the plane coming into the building. It was surreal.
A short time after my husband had to leave for class the third plane hit, this time at the Pentagon.
For a very long time, I went through a funk, for lack of a better term. I wasn’t really depressed, but if I were to sit and relax those memories would come flooding back in and I felt their emotions all over again and started crying.
It has dawned on me tonight that I am going through that again, but to a lesser extent. The only thing I can attribute it to is the election and the horrendous “stimulus” package that is going to cause a lot of people a lot of pain. Knowing that my children and grandchildren, and probably their grandchildren are going to have to deal with this outrage is extremely infuriating, but my fury turns to sadness. Even the movies I’ve been watching are contributing to the mood. Air Force One, The Patriot, Braveheart, Mad Max, We Were Soldiers, all exceptional movies. Tonight it’s Firefly. And they are all connected. Every one of those movies has strong people fighting to make a better world.
I was born shortly after the truce of the Korean War, grew into my teens during Vietnam, saw Grenada, Somalia, Lebanon, Gulf War I and II. I’ve seen terrorist attacks on American soil both foreign in New York, and domestic in Oklahoma City, and I’ve seen the Olympics in Munich turned upside down when the terrorists murdered the Israeli athletes.
I have seen more than enough fighting in my lifetime, and I really would hate to see this country stir up a second Civil War, but it’s looking like it’s gonna turn out that way. I feel sorry for this country. We have no real leaders anymore. Conservatives are frustrated because they blew their shot when in power. Sharing committee chairmanships and compromising on everything lost them the Congressional seats they needed to hold control. The liberals, now that they have control of both sides of Congress AND the White House are still filled with anger at the conservatives and Republicans. Some have even said that Republicans should be wiped off the face of the Earth, as if that would solve any problems. We’re drifting aimlessly, our allies are anxious, and our enemies in this world are getting ready to pounce. So who will take us out first? I don’t know. And that’s why I’m sad.
But that sadness is now turning to anger.
If I were healthy, I think I would try running for office. I have no real skeletons in my past so that might hold me back, but I’m sure I could do as good a job as some of those shmucks in Washington are doing now.
There is one section in the Declaration of Independence that keeps running around in my mind: But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. (Yes, I know that was quoted in “National Treasure”, but that doesn’t make it any less appropriate.) While our current government has only been in office for a very short time, it is becoming more and more evident that those in charge have little competence. I fear we may wait too long before something is done. And no, I do not want anything to happen to Obama. That would only make him a martyr, and there are too many of those now. I want someone responsible to take charge and put our government on the right track. I want an adult with a brain to take the stimulus “law” and carving that pig into a meal that won’t choke us to death. Is that really too much to ask?
In September, 2001, I was spending my days as a pseudo-housekeeper (meaning I’m really bad at it no matter how hard I try). My husband was attending Southwest Baptist University, getting his degree in Psychology with a minor in Sociology. One beautiful Tuesday morning, he was getting around and getting ready to leave to fork, and I was watching the Today Show. Suddenly they came on with a breaking news report: a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. That was so bizarre, watching the smoke roiling out of that building, and debris floating down to the street below. We sat down and watched it for a while, then the second plane hit. I almost passed out with that one. I could literally feel every fear, and every pain the people in those towers were experiencing. Not to the extent they felt it, of course, but it was as though I was standing in the corner watching everything they were trying to do to survive. If I closed my eyes, I could almost see the plane coming into the building. It was surreal.
A short time after my husband had to leave for class the third plane hit, this time at the Pentagon.
For a very long time, I went through a funk, for lack of a better term. I wasn’t really depressed, but if I were to sit and relax those memories would come flooding back in and I felt their emotions all over again and started crying.
It has dawned on me tonight that I am going through that again, but to a lesser extent. The only thing I can attribute it to is the election and the horrendous “stimulus” package that is going to cause a lot of people a lot of pain. Knowing that my children and grandchildren, and probably their grandchildren are going to have to deal with this outrage is extremely infuriating, but my fury turns to sadness. Even the movies I’ve been watching are contributing to the mood. Air Force One, The Patriot, Braveheart, Mad Max, We Were Soldiers, all exceptional movies. Tonight it’s Firefly. And they are all connected. Every one of those movies has strong people fighting to make a better world.
I was born shortly after the truce of the Korean War, grew into my teens during Vietnam, saw Grenada, Somalia, Lebanon, Gulf War I and II. I’ve seen terrorist attacks on American soil both foreign in New York, and domestic in Oklahoma City, and I’ve seen the Olympics in Munich turned upside down when the terrorists murdered the Israeli athletes.
I have seen more than enough fighting in my lifetime, and I really would hate to see this country stir up a second Civil War, but it’s looking like it’s gonna turn out that way. I feel sorry for this country. We have no real leaders anymore. Conservatives are frustrated because they blew their shot when in power. Sharing committee chairmanships and compromising on everything lost them the Congressional seats they needed to hold control. The liberals, now that they have control of both sides of Congress AND the White House are still filled with anger at the conservatives and Republicans. Some have even said that Republicans should be wiped off the face of the Earth, as if that would solve any problems. We’re drifting aimlessly, our allies are anxious, and our enemies in this world are getting ready to pounce. So who will take us out first? I don’t know. And that’s why I’m sad.
But that sadness is now turning to anger.
If I were healthy, I think I would try running for office. I have no real skeletons in my past so that might hold me back, but I’m sure I could do as good a job as some of those shmucks in Washington are doing now.
There is one section in the Declaration of Independence that keeps running around in my mind: But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. (Yes, I know that was quoted in “National Treasure”, but that doesn’t make it any less appropriate.) While our current government has only been in office for a very short time, it is becoming more and more evident that those in charge have little competence. I fear we may wait too long before something is done. And no, I do not want anything to happen to Obama. That would only make him a martyr, and there are too many of those now. I want someone responsible to take charge and put our government on the right track. I want an adult with a brain to take the stimulus “law” and carving that pig into a meal that won’t choke us to death. Is that really too much to ask?
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