Saturday, September 11, 2021

in my life

 … “There are places I'll remember

All my life though some have changed

Some forever, not for better

Some have gone and some remain” (‘In My Life’-Lennon/McCartney) …

…Some twenty years later and I still do not know how to honor those for whom in an instant their hopes, dreams, desires, relationships, tomorrows, the good or bad, intentional or unintentional, wants or wishes had been destroyed…NOR, can I even fathom the nightmares, the nuances, the sheer weight of anger and angst of loss felt by the family and friends, acquaintances, and passersby’s whose days might still seem bleak and broken. I thought lessons had been learned the hard way on September 11, 2021, at 8:46, am EDT!...

 

… “All these places have their moments

With lovers and friends, I still can recall

Some are dead and some are living

In my life, I've loved them all” (‘In My Life’-Lennon/McCartney) …

…HE-Trump and HIS loathsome, manipulative ILK of traitors, treasonists, wanna be authoritarian fascist preaching sycophants, knowing all the deadly details of COVID, looking out for themselves, but intentionally looking the other way, permitting another attack on this nation, inspired by their own form of terrorism, DOMESTIC and just as dangerous and deadly. Callous and ego-centric, delusional, and demeaning, Trump and is Enemies of the State of HIS inner circle including family, donors, FOX profiteers, QAnon crazies, and anarchists from the Republican Party, placing political careers above and beyond PEOPLE!

 

… “But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you

And these memories lose their meaning

When I think of love as something new” (‘In My Life’-Lennon/McCartney) …

…I was in Orange County, my daughter in Pittsburgh, my son in NYC. My Mother, sisters on the East Coast, and my friends scattered across the country. The news was blurred a thick residue of not knowing, scattered seeds of projection, second-guessing, a filmy flimsy filter of truth, laced with facts and too many tidbits of fiction. All at once the fear of any intimate and immediate loss, the creeping sensation of who and what was next, paranoia danced as did mistrust, and choosing an enemy. 

 

…” Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I'll often stop and think about them

In my life I love you more” (‘In My Life’-Lennon/McCartney) …

…Ask the GOP Governors of states in the South, or the Dakotas, ask the Squad of GOP Congress People who supported the Insurrection on January 6, 2021, ask the low life paid and protected by Rupert Murdoch from his cauldron called FOX, ask the men and women who seemingly masturbate at the thought of lying just to unseat Biden and the Democrats, ask the parents who could care less if their kids spread the virus in classrooms and eventually get sick themselves, ask your family and once upon a time friends, who refuse to think. We mourn a foreign attack on this nation some TWENTY YEARS AGO, and we still suffer the CONSEQUENCES of those who seem to hate LIFE!