What Happens When a Crip is Left Alone With a Computer and an Internet Connection...
If you are privy to my private journal, (and if you are not and would like to be, please email me and I’ll be happy to invite you in…) you know that I have been on the disabled list since last Monday. Setting up for last weekend’s event, I finally pushed my back over the edge. I think it was probably when husband and I lifted the freezer from out of the back of the pick-up, carried it about twenty yards, and set it down into place. I ended up on my ass in the sand. Didn’t know I had done dire damage to myself at the time. But the next morning (the day of the event, of course) my back let me know it was VERY unhappy with me. So now, I am suffering (and I do mean suffering) with what I would assume is an aggravated disc in my lower back. (No, I haven’t been to a doctor for a real diagnosis. Several issues, not the least of which is questionable health coverage, coupled with a healthy disrespect for the 21st century American medical community at large, prevent me from running to a doctor with every ache and pain…even when I perhaps should…)
Anyway, physical decrepitude has opened up a whole new world for me in the past week. First and foremost, I have had a LOT of time to spend wandering around in journal-land, both on AOL and beyond. "Beyond" has primarily consisted of The Blue Voice, where eight "lefties" from the AOL J ranks have graduated to the big, bad blogosphere-at-large, with the hope of attracting a wider audience for their prolific writings. I have been most drawn to Duane’s continuing commentary on the Karl Rove affair (actually, being the intellectually lazy sort that I am, I’ve been happy to let HIM do all the research….) And I have plunged myself into one of the longest "comment strings" on the blog…on a piece that Neil wrote in reaction to the London subway bombings. Two of our resident J-Land right-wingers, Armandt and RepublicanJen, took it upon themselves to try to instruct (and, in Armand’s case, verbally abuse) Neil on the error of his opinion. And who was I to let them do so unmolested?
All of this has opened my eyes once again to the things that people WILL believe. Jen is apparently convinced that Islam, as a religion, has a lock on the concept of violence, murder, and genocide in the name of God. Armand is absolutely certain that there is a demonstrable connection between Iraq and the 9/11 terrorist attacks, AND that we are obviously winning the "War on Terror," in Iraq and on all other fronts.
It occurred to me that perhaps that is the difference between the Left and the Right. The right is a faction of absolutes. Black or white. Right or wrong. No inconvenient gray areas. And there is no point—political, legal, or moral, for which they do not have THE answer. They are on point, on task, and will stick to their guns in the face of any and all argument.
As for those of us on the Left…the only moral certainty we espouse is that there is NO absolute moral certainty. We believe we are called upon to control the strong, provide for the weak, and protect the rights of every human being, even those whose views may be foreign or repugnant to us--a directive that flies in the face of the whole of human history. Our moral imperative is to walk that walk, despite everything that the world might throw at us. Against the winds of terrorism, xenophobia, political domination or war, we are to remain steadfast in our dedication to the birthright of all humanity. The Right perceives this as weakness. We understand it as the only path to the ultimate survival of the human race.
Whoops…got sidetracked onto that soapbox I keep hidden under my computer desk…
Anyway, I followed a web of links, and ended up at Armand’s blog on Blogspot. I can’t (won’t) comment on most of what I read there, because I am determined to take the high road and not go off on an insulting diatribe about how narrow-minded, high-handed, and just plain wrong most of the posts seemed to me. But I did come upon the following cartoon, and I just could not resist slipping in a comment…which I suspect will be deleted as soon as it is discovered…
Cartoon by Paul Nowak, CNS News My Comment: "That should read, "Iraq-9/11 Connection FABRICATED," and the big arrow should be pointing to something else that comes out of the back end of a chicken..."
I really enjoy your description of the right & left points of view. I am too much of a wimp, I get literally sickened by what I read in right wing blogs, so i do not comment. I am glad you have the guts to stand up for your beliefs. Marti
Glad to help, but most of my "research" consists of reading blogs and occasionally typing "Rove Plame" into Google News to see what new articles come up.
I gave up commenting in right-wing blogs. The comments are always answered with smugly worded, logically flawed sloganistic drivel borrowed from Ann Coulter's "How to talk to a Liberal." But I'll give them this: they are tireless.They will keep the discourse going until your eyes glaze over.
Sorry....your first comment makes NO sense to me....?!?
RE your second comment: I suspect none of us would be willing to open THAT can of worms. The problem with political discourse in this country today is not that it exists, and not that the two sides are so polarized. It is the tone of the debate: angry, violent, mean, snide, and rude, or pompous and concescending. There is no give and take of ideas. There is no attempt to heal the rift between the two sides. There are just two opposing camps launching missiles and propaganda campaigns against each other. Truth? Compromise? Courtesy? Respect? These words have very little meaning in America's current political climate. And I am not accusing one side of being guilty of this than the other. Lisa :-]
Damn...I wish someone would tell Armand. He's a blow hard and in desperate need of double carpal tunnel surgery. Perhaps when he is recovering from surgery his brain cells might kick in before he types again!
I like to see a man proud of the place in which he lives. I like to see a man live so that his place will be proud of him. --Abraham Lincoln
Where I'm From
I am from station wagons, from kool-aid and turf-builder.
I am from the three bedroom, one bath ticky-tacky box
with the swath of weedy lawn; from lightning bugs,
June bugs, and mosquitoes the size of small birds.
From nights near as hot as the days,
spread-eagled on sticky sheets
crickets creaking, horns honking,
trains rumbling and whistling in the distance…
I am from snow to the eaves, jewel-studded ice storms
and green-black thunderstorms with sideways rain.
I am from bright red tulips, honeysuckle berries,
and worms on the driveway after a cloudburst;
from daisies, tiny wild strawberries, “Queen Anne’s Lace”
and crashing the kite into power lines.
I am from “Look what followed me home from school”
and never having too many animals. From Taffy and Rusty
and Sunny, the yellow headed parakeet, who could say
“Happy Birthday” but only when he thought
no one was listening…
I am from the women who shuttle the carpool,
punch the clock, scrub the toilet,
then climb into the bottle, the herb
or the fantasy to quiet the noise in their heads
and the men they choose to rescue
or who choose to rescue them.
From “When you meet the right one, you’ll just know”
and “Your dad was a virgin when we were married…”
I am from the dutiful eldest daughter who paired off
home made and pro-created at the appointed time,
and the other four who didn’t.
I am from the tearful Catholic and the stoic agnostic;
the rope stretched taut between belief and unbelief,
pulled one direction, then the other…
the eternal tug of war never won.
I’m from pioneers of urban exile; before the country clubs and the soccer and the Rolls Royces.
I’m from the first McDonald’s and the last Tastee Freez.
I am from the great moldering box in the upstairs closet;
roaring twenties sepias stacked on
shiny square instamatic shots, discoloring with age.
I am from the five stair-steps, the Christmas trees, the campfires,
and the blurred mountains captured from a moving car.
I am from the unlikely union of a country boy and a city girl,
brought together by Hitler and Hirohito;
and the neighborhood of compromise
that kept them both sane…almost.
On Where We're Destined to Go...
As for life, I'm humbled, I'm without words sufficient to say
how it has been hard as flint, and soft as a spring pond,both of these and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides, and so many mysteries beautiful as eggs in a nest, still unhatched though warm and watched over by something I have never seen -a tree angel, perhaps,or a ghost of holiness.
Every day I walk out into the world to be dazzled, then to be reflective. It suffices, it is all comfort - along with human love,
dog love, water love, little-serpent love,sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds flying among the scarlet flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last to the long afterlife, to the tenderness yet to come, when time will brim over the singular pond, and become forever,
and we will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
As for death, I can't wait to be the hummingbird, can you?
Mary Oliver
"Sometimes I go around feeling sorry for myself; and all the while I am being carried by the wind across the sky." --Chippewa saying.
oh my dear. you are a priceless treasure.
ReplyDeleteExcellent entry as usual. Too bad we can't find a cartoon showing that egg as Humpty Dumpty as the BOTTOM of the wall. LOL
ReplyDeleteJackie
Terrific essay!
ReplyDeleteThanks,
V
I really enjoy your description of the right & left points of view. I am too much of a wimp, I get literally sickened by what I read in right wing blogs, so i do not comment. I am glad you have the guts to stand up for your beliefs.
ReplyDeleteMarti
Glad to help, but most of my "research" consists of reading blogs and occasionally typing "Rove Plame" into Google News to see what new articles come up.
ReplyDeleteHave you seen the lame attempt at "The Red Voice." It is such a not funny joke and copycat to boot.
ReplyDeleteArmand belongs in the military.
Thanks for your help with Armand, and, more generally, thanks for your comments.
ReplyDeleteNeil
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteYou have proven Nowak's point entirely.
He's not stating that one or the other came first, he's asking the age-old question of "Which came first?"
I'll be sure to forward your comment to him. He'll be glad to know that you're validating his point.
~ Armand
I gave up commenting in right-wing blogs. The comments are always answered with smugly worded, logically flawed sloganistic drivel borrowed from Ann
ReplyDeleteCoulter's "How to talk to a Liberal." But I'll give them this: they are tireless.They will keep the discourse going until your eyes glaze over.
Cowboy,
ReplyDeleteI encourage you or any of the rest of your posse to specify the alleged logical flaws you claim to readily find on my J.
Armand--
ReplyDeleteSorry....your first comment makes NO sense to me....?!?
RE your second comment: I suspect none of us would be willing to open THAT can of worms. The problem with political discourse in this country today is not that it exists, and not that the two sides are so polarized. It is the tone of the debate: angry, violent, mean, snide, and rude, or pompous and concescending. There is no give and take of ideas. There is no attempt to heal the rift between the two sides. There are just two opposing camps launching missiles and propaganda campaigns against each other. Truth? Compromise? Courtesy? Respect? These words have very little meaning in America's current political climate. And I am not accusing one side of being guilty of this than the other. Lisa :-]
That would be MORE guilty... typos, typos, typos... :-]
ReplyDeleteDamn...I wish someone would tell Armand. He's a blow hard and in desperate need of double carpal tunnel surgery. Perhaps when he is recovering from surgery his brain cells might kick in before he types again!
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