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Wednesday, Feb. 02, 2005
In My Own Little Corner

I swore I wouldn't stay up this late any more but I had so much work to do, then for everyone's sake I took a bath. Ah, the exciting world of broadcast radio. I don't tell tales with the finesse of dangerspouse but some days I feel like I'm living his life.

Only without the sex life, NewWifey(TM) and a nice car.

And without a penis.

Okay, I'm not living his life after all, nor am I ready to trade places with him. I leave my male radio counterpart to enjoy the corgi and buzzard exercises, his cooking adventures and his joyous excess of hormonal problems that lead to criminal charges. Yeah, I do stuff like that but, being female, I'm smart enough not to incriminate myself online. (Not in any diary that can be traced to me, anyway.)

It has been a long week already and looks to be longer. I have to withdraw the previous comment about the women fighting. Looks like it'll be a three way bout, two women and one man. And it just doesn't make any sense, because there isn't any sex involved. Why go to the trouble of fighting if SOMEBODY doesn't end up having fun as a result??

I just don't get some people. To me, there's very little in terms of politics that's worth an actual knock-down drag-out fight. There are the obvious ones - freedom, which is sadly eroding day by day without fighting, anyway. They're just legislating it out of existence. That's one. Then there's basic survival, whether yours or your neighbors'. If lives are at risk, we have a responsibility to fight to try and end the threat. Hitler was a grim lesson in waiting too long to intervene. Saying that, it doesn't mean I'm for all-war, all-the-time. Just the opposite, in fact. I have respect for the men and women who fight for us, whether or not I agree with what started things. Before we voluntarily put human beings in the line of fire, there had better be a darned good reason for it. Then when the reason is there we need to stand as a people and do what it takes to resolve the issue.

Okay, back to the subject at hand, pulling things out of that very muddy abyss.

In this case, the overall subject is fight-worthy. Not fist fight or gunfight, but worth doing verbal battle to resolve. We're talking about an injustice that needs to be overturned.

Unfortunately this little mini-war is the WORST thing right now. These people are in positions of responsibility and leadership. Of all times, now is when they should be pulling together and fighting against a common enemy, someone who's arbitrarily set out to pull the rug out from under us.

But is that what's happening? Noooooo... No, instead this group is busy backbiting, with one side playing footsie with an institution that's already screwed us over royally. (I know it's not just someone's word for it, too. I pulled the court papers and the other side's defense was, "We've been doing this for years. How DARE you expect us to give up screwing you over now??") From there it gets worse.

I was thinking today that if I sit in on another of their meetings, I may slap hands and tell them all to take a time out in the corner. Yeesh.

One thing you learn in this business. People only grow up on the outside. I'm not the only one to say that, honestly. No matter who you are dealing with, once you get past the outer wrapping, they're the same kid who got pantsed by the neighborhood bully, or the one who did the pantsing. The same one who stole the cookies when mom wasn't looking and blamed baby brother for it. That's true for everyone from Bill Gates to Queen Elizabeth to a man living on Skid Row.

That can be an endearing thing with friends, long as there's a point at which the adult self manages to contain the kid for a little while; but too many times the adult NEEDS to be in charge and the kid is running the show. If you doubt me, look at some of the decisions by the courts, by lawmakers and other public officials, by priests and by parents. Look at the pictures of celebrities caught in the middle of sheer idiocy, and look at the prices some end up paying for that moment of bad judgment.

Let me preface this by saying I am not a proponent of corporal punishment, for the most part. I do think that there are times when it's necessary to discipline your children with a MILD spanking. When you leave bruises or bloody a kid's nose or (god forbid) worse, it has crossed the line of discipline and become abuse. I probably under-disciplined my children because I swore I would never put them through the hell I grew up with, and while their lives haven't been easy, neither were they beaten or abused in any way, at least not by me. Parenting sucks. They don't give you a handbook with kids, the most complex machine you'll ever be expected to operate.

Meanwhile, some days I swear I'd like to turn some of our elected officials over my knee and whomp on their butts. Lord knows they're deserving.

I haven't had time to do much of anything lately. If I haven't commented on your diary, it's not that I don't care. I just don't type well cross-eyed from lack of sleep. I'll catch up soon as I can.

This has rambled on long enough. It's clear that I'm slap-happy and I really should sleep. I'll just go to my corner now. Yeah, that one. I installed a recliner a while back. I'm pretty darned comfy there. I think there should be a corner with a recliner for us all to take a time out now and then, and think about our actions.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )