The Furious Spinner

I listened to the Day of Prayer service for about two seconds. I couldn't take even two seconds of these patriarchal ministers trying to get us on our knees in the service of their patriarchal god. Bleck. I heard someone once say that the christian bible was a manual on how to be a slave. I can only concur. The more you suffer the holier you are. Your body is your enemy. Women are chattel. Put your head down and do the work of your masters because you will be rewarded in the next life. Okay. So I'm not quoting exactly. And I will admit Jesus was a cool dude. Or the story of him portrayed him as a cool dude. I'm not convinced he actually existed in the then and there. (And yes, parts of the Songs of Solomon are sensual, but I think they may have gotten into the bible by mistake.) Not that I'm a beeble expert.

It's cold. I'm stalling. I can't quite get into this time and place. The here and now. What happened to summer?

Last night I went over to Linda's, made her soup, then ate with her. Her legs are so swollen from edema it's frightening. And nauseating. When I moved her legs I was afraid I'd poke through, as though her legs were made of dough like the Pillsbury Doughboy. I told her a bunch of jokes. She loves corny jokes. Yo momma jokes. Your town is so small jokes. And especially political jokes. She has a friend visiting who is very right-wing so I waited until she was gone. Earlier in the day, this friend started blaming the Louisiana governor and the NO mayor for the disaster. She just spouted the Bushie line, "You saw all those buses under water. They could have used those buses." I said, "You know, that's just a lie. Just because you saw a photograph of submerged buses doesn't mean anything." The fury began to rise in me. I used to enjoy a good political discussion. Not any more. If someone voted for Bush and changed his/her mind, maybe I could talk to them. If they're STILL for Bush I feel like they're the fucking enemy. I feel as though I'm in the room with a Nazi or a skinhead or something so repulsive I can't begin to describe it. I know this isn't compassionate. I know this isn't helpful. But there it is. I told this woman I was not going to have this discussion because it was clearly upsetting Linda, so we stopped. Anyway, she was gone for a few hours, so I read the political jokes to Linda and she laughed. Later two more friends came, and Linda asked me to read them again. They were old Bush jokes but fun any way. Kind of nice to spend a few hours with my friend laughing.

Now I need to do some work. Or take a bath and warm up. What a whiner I am.

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