The Furious Spinner

You've probably heard that some guy in a truck with chains knocked down the crosses along the road to Bush's ranch. These crosses represented dead soldiers. What a guy! And apparently some of the area citizens have gone to court to try and get Cindy and the other moms and supporters gone. What a country! But you know, people are standing up, too. An area rancher has offered his land should they be told to get off the road. Truthout.org has good compassionate coverage about what is happening down in Crawford. On Wednesday, vigils of solidarity with Cindy will occur all over the country. Sign up here if you want to have your own.

You heard about the Rolling Stones new song, haven't you? "My Sweet Neocon." The words are something like: "You call yourself a Christian, I call you a hypocrite. You call yourself a patriot, well I think you're a crock of shit." Gotta laugh. Good for them.

Six Feet Under's most recent episode, "Static," featured an Iraqi-war vet who had lost both legs and an arm in the war. (He commits suicide.) I appreciated the show bringing this up. One of the characters screams at a woman who is driving an SUV with a "support the troops" magnet on her car, telling her we wouldn't be in this war if people like her didn't drive these gas-guzzlers. It was very powerful because I agreed with the girl yet she was directing her rage at the wrong person. The woman in the SUV turns out to be the mother of the dead soldier.

Sometimes I see these huge trucks with the big wheels or the SUVs and I want to scream at them. Where I live, many people need trucks to get where they live, but in Portland? Why is anyone driving an SUV in Portland? I'm just asking. And hummers. I just see red. We have a couple of hummers in our town, and I think it's obscene. In fact somehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifone just opened a new restaurant and they have a hummer sitting next to the restaurant, which is also their home, I believe. We have 13% unemployment in our county. It's arrogant for someone to be driving around in something like that. Yes, I am judgmental about this stuff. What can I say?

On the cancer front, Linda has been struggling. Her calcium count was way up so she had to go in to receive fluids. This week she's supposed to go to the hospital every day to get some kind of shots for this. If this doesn't get resolved, it could kill her. Unfortunately, her daughter Serena was in a bad car accident yesterday. Yep. She was hurrying home from her boyfriend's (at 7:30 a.m.), probably trying to get home in time to feed the animals, and I think she fell to sleep. She was on Hwy. 14, the state highway that follows the Columbia River. Her car went into the opposing lane and hit a stone guard rail. The car bounced and flipped over, twice I think, and went over an eight foot embankment and landed upside down on the railroad tracks. All the windows were broken, the doors wouldn't open, and she was upside down on the railroad tracks. The train goes through here 45 times a day. Fortunately someone saw it happen and they got her out of the car. (Here's their photo in an earlier post.)

We went to the hospital to see her. Her face was scrapped up, her lip swollen, several fingers were bruised and swollen, and her neck was wrapped in one of those collars. After we visited with her, we went to the tow company to look at the car. We were speechless. It was amazing she had survived. I looked at Mario and said, "You know what? I think I just became a believer in miracles."

Linda and Serena need a break. It has been a bad year all around for them. Last week I sent out letters to friends and relatives of Serena's asking them to write her a letter, the kind of letter they wished someone had written to them when they were eighteen. Her birthday is next week. Mario and I are going to make a little book out of the letters called "Pearls for Serena." So far my letter is the longest. Quelle surprise. (Just called the hospital and Serena has been releashed. Yay!) 0 comments

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