I’m having a bad time o’ the month. The upcoming weeks are so busy that I suppose I’m happy to have it now, but I don’t feel particularly thrilled.

I guess I haven’t really posted much here recently. The last month has been mosting dealing with stuff I’d rather not. I’m blessed to have some really wonderful supportive people around me, but sometimes some of this stuff is hard to talk about, hard to experience.

Looks like Forrest Black opened a can of worms this morning, but can’t say as I blame him.

I used to always speak my mind, but I’m so tired of the kneejerk interweb response where most people only say something to get something, so everyone always assumes ulterior motives. It is all such bullshit. Sometimes it seems like people take opinions from people more seriously when those people hide their qualifications and affiliations. It is all so backwards. I am so weary of staying silent while my culture is strip-mined. Doesn’t anybody just, you know, believe in anything for real any more? Or was I always just a chump for being a true believer and nobody else ever had any faith or sincerity?

During the immigration brouhaha protests, my car got vandalized. Not badly. But it seemed really unjust. I believe in immigration. I believe the melting pot is what made this country great. I believe that, if we don’t mean what it says on the Statue of Liberty, we should sandblast those beautiful words off of it.

Really, what I’m trying to say is, how dare the world continue spinning on its axis while someone I love battles cancer. Did you know that, after many surgeries, it is necessary to wear a drain in the wound, so that fluids do not build up and impede healing?