And, as always, I offer many thanks to every form of support, love and blessings you have sent, and--as always--leave you with a song, this time by the
Indigo Girls
Hey kind friend, I don't know when I'll see you again, on a ferry boat bound for Victoria laying down to hide from the wind; Big dipper hangin over the city; you know everything now is different for me, and it ain't no use in explainin the scenery. I said, kind friend, help me forget where I been! Kind friend, remember who I am. I was too late in Spokane, so I caught a ride through the Cascade range--I saw the sun die in Olympia running down on Capitol Lake. Now I ask you for some relief-- it's one true root that you bring to me, it's 3am, and it's good company. I said, kind friend, help me forget where I been. Hey, kind friend, help me remember who I am. Hey kind friend I don't know if I'm gonna see you again. It's OK friend. It's OK friend. So I'll meet you in New Orleans or I'll see you round cause I don't know if it's worth coming down now I'm calling you from a gold rush town... I'm OK friend. I'm OK friend.
To the rest o' y'all:
Greetings from the Wicked Witch of the Midwest!
And from this creature from another planet, which is what the so-called "left wing" in this country makes me feel like sometimes:
But you really ought to know better than to fuck with me, cause you know I got genocide written ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL over my geneaology. See?
I have a different sense of community than what I have seen in "your" world, and--unlike most of you--I do have an alternative:
Nevertheless, I'm a sweetiepie at heart, so I have a song for you, too, also by the Indigo Girls, and it's called SHAME ON YOU!
my friends they wash the windows
and they shine in the sun
they tell me wake up early in the morning sometime
see what a beautiful job we've done
i say let's put on some tunes
sing a long and dolittle all day
go down to the riverside take off our shoes
and wash these sins away
and the river said
la la la it said shame on you
and the river said
la la la it said shame on you
i go down to chicano city park
cause it makes me feel so fine
and when the weeds go down you can see up close
in the dead of the winter time
but when the summer comes everythings in bloom
and you wouldn't know it's there
and the white folks like to pretend it's not
but their music's in the air
and you can hear em singing
la la la they said shame on you
you can feel em dancing
la la la they said shame on you
my friend tanner she says you know
me and jesus we're of the same heart
the only thing that keeps us distant
is that i keep fuckin up
i said come on down to chicano city park
and wash your blues away
the beautiful ladies walk right by
you know i never know what to say
and they'll be singing
oo la la la la la la la la shame on you
and they'll be dancing
ooo la la la they said shame on you
shame on you
let's go road block trippin in the middle of the night
up in gainesville town
there'll be blue lights flashin down the long dirt road
when they ask me to step out
they say we've been looking for illegal immigrants
can we check your car
i say you know it's funny
i think we were on the same boat back in 1694
and i said
oo la la la la la la la la shame on you
they'll be dancing
la la la i said shame on you
i said
oo la la la la la la la la la la shame on you
shame on you la la
la la la la la shame on you
i said
i said
la la la shame on you
i'll be dancing
and they'll be singing
la la la i said shame on you
shame on you
And so when I get back to this place:
You'd just better hope I decide to come back. Otherwise, y'all gonna have some 'splainin to do
To folks like this:
Still don't get it?
Try this:
Oh, I forgot, it's only really, really white chicks who get to be pissed and stay that way, huh?
Naw, there's no room for assholes like me in your world--there really isn't.
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