Sunday, September 5, 2010

Nightmares

Sunday morning and again, overcast.
Jessie is the only one of the kids to respond to offers of pancakes. I feel certain that May is at work and Lily and Hank are still asleep. That's okay. Mr. Moon and Jessie and I shall eat pancakes. If I get off my ass and make them.
I will.
Sundays suck.
They just purely suck.
For me, anyway.
I actually went to sleep in the guest room last night. I started out in the bed I share with Mr. Moon but knee pain woke me up and I thought, "Shit. I am not putting up with this."
So I got up and grabbed about four pillows and settled into the Panther Room with Zeke who wouldn't care if I stretched and moved into more comfortable positions and I did sleep but the dreams...
Oh, my dreams lately. They are tangled bits and clots of this element of my life and that, all dressed up in costumes of burgundy and green and not in a good way. I can't always remember them but the hangover of them lasts into the next morning and even beyond. I think that half of my reasoning for sleeping in another bed was to see if I could steer them to a sweeter land.
No luck.
And it's overcast. Yes. I mentioned that.

And let me tell you something else- you not should read articles like this before you go to sleep. Money may not buy you love but it can sure as shit buy you some shit. Including shit like Glenn Beck. And the Tea Party movement.
But you should read articles like that. Seriously, go look at the first page, anyway. Get educated. Here in Florida our Republican candidate for governor was the CEO of a huge healthcare business. It was busted four ways from Sunday for all sorts of fraud. He lost his job but got away with 216 million dollars. That's what he reports, anyway.
Mr. Moon and I were talking about it this morning and he said, "How can a crook run for governor?" and I said, "Two hundred and sixteen million dollars?"

Well. The world is a screwy place and so many of the bad guys seem to have the most money which means they get the biggest say in how things are run. The poor? The powerless? Well, they are...powerless. And then these big dog money-men come around and say, "Here, let me throw you this bone made up of my bullshit. Really, it'll be good for you. You'll like it. I'll even tie a red-white-and-blue ribbon around it. Just for you."
And people, and when I say people, I mean people who are powerless, grab onto those bullshit bones and trot around thinking they have something which is going to make them as powerful as the Big Dogs.
People are stupid.
Okay. Not you. Not me. But a whole hell of a lot of them.

So go read that article. And don't buy any more Stain Master carpet or Bounty paper towels. Or Lycra. We'll starve the fuckers out.
Sure, that'll happen.
A company whose annual reported revenues are One Hundred Billion Dollars A Year?
Nah.

Okay. Jessie's here. I am going to go make pancakes. This I can do. This I can manage.
The rest of it? The rest of this crazy fucked-up-selfish-bullshit-bone-filled world?
I can't do one damn thing about it.
Except educate myself.

Let's all do that. It's Sunday. Get pissed. And we'll all have trouble sleeping at night.
As well we should.

7 comments:

  1. Oh Jeezus did that article get my panties in a bunch. Sadly it confirmed what I have contended all along - that greedy special interest groups are manipulating the mindless masses until little reason remains. I will never buy another Brawny paper towel in my life. Polluting, cheating bastards.
    Sorry. Tangent.
    I have nightmares all the time too, I really think the pain causes it sometimes. Why do we never get funny or happy dreams?
    I think sleep deprivation, thank you hot flashes, is a culprit too.
    I'm grasping at straws, thinking of a new mattress, a new herbal supplement, having gained nothing from diet and exercise and modern pharmaceuticals.
    I wish you rest, Ms. Moon. And I wish us all the country we deserve.
    It's hard work being this pissed and this tired all the time.
    Hugs.

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  2. Sorry about your bad dreams....I have them too. In fact, I have only had nice dreams a few times in my long life....why is that, do ya' think? Maybe if I could understand the symbolism I could learn something, but I am hopeless at interpreting.

    But, the real reason for this comment is to tell you that you have again expressed my thoughts and feelings exquisitely and much better than I could. How do you DO that?

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  3. I keep wanting to ask the why are they so stupid question. They are the masses who are spoon fed the BS. It all makes mw really sick.

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  4. My sleep has been less than ideal lately too. Just weird snippets of conversations and swirling thoughts from a brain that won't shut down. Tonight hopefully I can pass out from exhaustion.

    I'm not reading the article...don't need to add to my thoughts.

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  5. It's the feeling of powerlessness that I get from reading about the Tea Party movement to Glenn Beck that I can't stand.

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  6. Mel- "It's hard work being this pissed and this tired all the time." You can say that again.

    Lo- Why CAN'T we have sweet dreams? Not fair.
    Thank you for your words. As always.

    Syd- Yeah- why are people so damn gullible and apt to jump on the gaudiest band wagon instead of actually THINKING? I have no idea.

    Mel's Way- It's an eye-opener, that article.

    Angie- You said it.

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  7. I have been having the same kinds of dreams. Apocalyptic motherfucking shit, where some sonofabitching vampire or some other creepy asshole (like a damn republican) is chasing me. I wake up tired.

    Too bad I have to work and live so far away. We could just stay up and drink and talk all night. I always sleep so much better in daylight. My circadian rhythms are fucked.

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