Coming Back from the Abyss
Mamacita says: I have done little but sew masks, monitor websites and answer questions, and care for Mom since mid-March and my poor house shows it. In happier news, instead of doing housework during today’s break from packing things up at Mom’s, I bought a cat bed, a scratching pad, and a gigantic litterbox. Because of reasons related to happiness instead of heartbreak, which in and of itself is a nice break. Next on my no-housework agenda: clean out my office since I’m working on the dining room table now – laptop on one end, sewing machine on the other end, which means we’re eating in the living room or standing at the sink which is super weird but less so daily since we’re getting used to it so when we get the table back, if ever, it will seem weird to sit down and have meals there again. My office will still be my library, but the cats will have it as their eating and pooping and scampering-at-night base. It seems like whenever we have an unused room, we start using it for storage, which is a nasty habit, so there are boxes of whatever in that room which will have to be dealt with and in the mood I’m presently in, anything I don’t love dearly or associate with a beloved person or event or haven’t worn or in any way used for the past six months is doomed. I loathe clutter and I’ve been immersed in it since mid-March. Right now the house looks like it’s one phone call away from a spot on “Hoarders.” So a perhaps violent cleanout is in the near future. The very near future. I want my house back.
Hypocrisy, Anyone?
Mamacita says: Hypocrisy, anyone? It seems to me very odd for someone who professes to be a Christian – or any kind of religion based on love – to continue to support someone whose very being and substance is based on the exact opposite of everything you’re supposed to stand for. No universal love. No fidelity. No honesty. No commitment. No ethics. No morals. No trustworthiness. No truth. No caring. No helping. No literacy. No comprehension skills. No schema. No warmth. No tact. No kindness. No honor. No sense of humor.* It seems so very odd to me, in fact, that I have a very hard time believing in the sincerity of people who still love and support him, that they are actually what they still claim to be. To continue to love and support him while claiming to be Christian, or any kind of love-based belief system, smacks pretty hard of hypocrisy. I’ll go a step further, so unfriend me if you have nothing to support your continuing to back him, and say that if you still support this man while still claiming to follow Jesus (or Buddha or Allah or whoever you worship) I don’t believe one word that comes out of your mouth about how you’re a sincerely religious person who strives to do the right thing. Because your words and actions prove that you are not. *If you don’t think the Deity has a sense of humor, you haven’t looked in the mirror lately.
Good Ol’ White People
Mamacita says: Back in college, in a world history class, the professor told us that in his experience, good ol’ undereducated white people fear the educated minority for many reasons, one of which is that “. . . if this person of color, who is supposed to be inferior to me, has made himself superior by way of education, then that makes me the inferior, and since I am white, this cannot happen. I am white; therefore, I MUST BE THE SUPERIOR, so I must do whatever it takes to bring down the people of color who dare surpass me. I, myself, don’t want to exert any effort to come up to that level of education and accomplishment, so I must drag these men down to my own level, and lower. I am white, so I must be the superior species at any cost.” I once had a dreadful young man in class who came each day in t-shirts with the Confederate flag and cigarette ads, and covered with magic marker “tattoos” of swastikas and KKK figures. We were discussing goals, and when I asked him what some of his goals were, he said, “I was born white. I don’t have to do anything else if I don’t feel like it.” I asked him, “Where do you think you’ll be in ten years, then?” A cluster of students, in perfect unison, said “Hell.” While I couldn’t condone the saying, I have to agree. He marched out of the room and down to the principal, who told me I was persecuting him. Good ol’ boys sure stick together.
