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Angry Break

So I took a little break from blogging because I was so inexplicably pissed off about Palin that I attempted to cut myself off from politics for awhile.  No offense to Mrs. Palin, but offense to me and every other woman McCain thought he could rope in with his VP pick. Alas, in lieu of politics I provide this delightful website entitled “Shrink-A-Bulls”.  It contains many pictures of Miniature English Bull Dogs. I want one. Too bad they cost $5,000.


Work beckons

Tomorrow I begin my teaching assistant job at the local county jail. Unfortunately, but understandably, there is little I can write about my experience without getting myself into trouble/crossing confidentiality lines.  I may try anyway.  I am nervous (mostly of what the students will think of me) but overall excited to work with a population that I can learn so much from, and if I do my job right, can learn a lot from me.

Poetry by William Wantling

I’ve got to be honest, I can
make good word music and rhyme

at the right times and fit words
together to give people pleasure

and even sometimes take their
breath away–but it always

somehow turns out kind of phoney.
consonance and assonance and inner

rhyme won’t make up for the fact
that I can’t figure out how to get

down on paper the real or the true
which we call Life. Like the other

day. The other day i was waling
on the lower exercise yard here

at San Quentin and this cat called
Turk came up to a friend of mine

and said Ernie, I hear you’re
shooting on my kid. And Ernie

told him So what, punk? And Turk
pulled out his stuff and shanked

Ernie in the gut only Ernie had a
metal tray in his shirt. Turk’s

shank bounced right off him and
Ernie pulled his stuff out and of

course Turk didn’t have a tray and
caught it dead in the chest, a bad

one, and the blood tha tcame to his
lips was a bright pink, lung blood

and he just laid down in the grass
and said Shit. Fuck it. Sheeit.

Fuck it. And he laughed a soft long
laugh, 5 minutes, then died. Now

what could consonance or assonance or
even rhyme do with something like that?

Give me my f-in mail!

I love my house. I love Bloomington. I hate my mailman. Apparently, we need to put a mailbox (which is currently on our house next to the door) on the road, so our lazy ass mailman doesn’t have to get out of his truck. Fine. I understand…or I would understand if he didn’t already have to get out of his truck to give our next door neighbor only 25 ft away her mail.
When a new resident moves in, the USPS can tell them what to do. They tell us “Put a new mailbox on the road.” Our neighbor has lived there for ??? years (she’s 80 or so, with meticulously placed lawn ornaments that include: bunnies, rainbow windmills, pink flamingos, etc.) so she doesn’t have to follow the new rule.  Of course, as renters, we are not responsible. Our landlord seems to be taking his sweet ass time putting a mailbox in. So Jeff and I are left to meekly as the postal secretary every few days to get our mail and she warned me that we can’t keep picking it up (methinks if Jeff was getting it, it’d be ok.) Sometimes, our mailman TAKES WITH OUR MAIL HIM ON HIS TRUCK and DOES NOT DELIVER TO US.  I sense a conspiracy.

How do you convince my father…

To vote for Obama? This is a contest of which only perhaps one will participate.

Question: My father has an indescribably, undeniable deep hatred for and lack of trust of Obama. Ok, let me qualify. 1) He is convinced Obama’s ambitions for presidency are malicious in manner. This meaning, 2) Obama has “rage in his blood” fueled mainly by the horrific, racist Reverend Wright. 3) Obama is incredibly unqualified and anyone (mainly those stupid young people) who can’t see through Obama’s “bullshit” is crazy. 4) He claims there is “nothing wrong with the economy” and what could Obama possibly do anyway? — That’s when I hung up. Oh, and 5) He voted for Hillary and he’d vote for her if she was the nominee.

That’s just the beginning. Help me – what is the most succinct way of explaining to my father the merits of voting for Obama – or at least, what can be said so my father can talk to me rationally about the man and not scream over the phone, hurting my ears?

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