There is always someone to talk to.
There is always someone to talk to.
This is from Act 2 Scene 5 of Twelfth Night. This is the beginning of the famous “Boxtree” scene wherein Maria, as a revenge prank, plots to forge a letter in Olivia’s hand to make Malvolio’s ego believe that she (Olivia) is in love with him.
“For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always.” Attributed to Jesus, this is a stark, and unbelievable redefinition of God’s command in Deuteronomy: “There will always be poor people in the land. Therefore I command you to be openhanded toward your fellow Israelites who are poor and needy in your land.” Indeed, in Leviticus we are informed that we, as communal whole are Obligated to treat the poor, the widow, the orphan, and the stranger with the same respect we give to those in a better state. We are Obligated to pay a worker their wages, and not steal it. Lest you argue that Deuteronomy only “applies to the Jews (Israelites)’ you are lacking. If Jesus actually said what Matthew reported, then, he’s a bigger prick than Caesar or Herod ever was. Why? Because the “son of god”, with that phrase shows him as petty and jealous as Ba’al. Not to mention the utter lack of human kindness of Rome’s Deities.
To those on the extreme edge of the Republican Party, parity, regard for those less fortunate who are outcast through no error of their own, keeping them housed fed, employed is “socialism”. They reject the humanity that god commands and instead, revel in the inhumanity of god. The god of the Israelites is quite the Janus.
On my Facebook Wall one day, I posted the sections from Leviticus that informed us of the above obligations of Deuteronomy
and I was taken to task as these injunctions “shouldn’t apply to government”. Needless to say, I was stunned and let it rest, since I knew debating this would go nowhere. The extreme evangelicals have decided to only preach the negative, as we see in their interfering in government law-making from Uganda to Russia with their anti-LGBT legislation, or should I say their License to Murder legislation? The extremists on the Far Rightwing have been fairly successful in ginning up fear and loathing of anyone not “Them” and spreading fear among those in the Republican Party that disagree with their “policies” of “MINE!”
It is, in my opinion, time for those in the Republican Party who disagree and fear where their Party is heading to not just stand up, but to call them repeatedly out. It is time for them to stand up to FOX, the rising and corrupt Oligarchs, and trample the base that working to destroy the Grand Old Party. We must call out the worshipers of Putin for what they are:
I began my hormonal therapy today, and will be doing that for the next five years. And with the exception of some mild nausea I’m doing okay. I’m taking part in a study to see if there is a genetic component to the side effects with this medication. Making cheesecake out of apricot crumble.
A few years ago, I did the “write a script in 30 days” for naNo, and now, I am challenging myself to write and FINISH a novel in 30…..
Will I succeed? Or suck eggs?
UPDATE: It’s now Nov29, and I can happily report that my NaNoWriMo outing has ended in less than 4 pages…
There’s next year.
And, now a song from Rocky Mountain MIke.
Well, two weeks ago, I clipped all my hair off, after most of it was left ing my brush and comb over the previous 6 weeks. Yes, the hair loss was that fast for me, truthfully, it’s better than nausea. Other unpleasant effects over the last week has been the loss of appetite and a metallic taste. Tiredness is ever-present.
After this next course, I have three weeks of the taxol+herceptin course, which is followed by about six weeks of radiation+herceptin. THAT will be followed by simply the herceptin for the duration of chemo.
And, now for some lovely pictures I shot with my Canon G10 at Riverside Park
I never felt I belonged anywhere. I felt “outside”. Even within my family, I felt like I didn’t quite belong there. Still do. Why I feel this way, I don’t really know. I made a decision decades ago, that with exceptions, the people I knew just didn’t want to be around me. I’d want to call and ask if they wanted to go to the movies or something, but something inside me stopped me by telling me I’d be wasting my time.
This nonsense was amplified when I became brain injured and then homeless. Added to these feelings was an embarrassment and shame due to my inability to discuss contemporary culture. How can you watch the latest, hottest shows go to the theater or even read a book when you have no attention span, or even access to a tv?
Two years ago, I hospitalized myself because jumping out a window seemed a good idea. I am dealing with major depression. I lived in shelters for about a year – you can read my series “The Sheltered Existence” on this blog it wasn’t a great experience, it wasn’t bad, either. it was what it was.
I’m in a stable environment, and was just getting myself stable, when Stage 1 breast cancer kneecapped me. Diagnosed in March, surgery in May, Chemo began in June. It’s amplified my depression. It’s made somewhat of a prisoner in my 200sq ft of studio. Just because I get dressed and decide to go out, doesn’t mean it will happen.
I’m going to be live streaming the Farewell to My Hair, as enough of it has fallen out to reveal islands of scalp. My friends will be watching from California to hear in NYC and cheering me on. Tonight, I found out that crazy improvisers from the Magnet Musical Mixer miss me.
Truthfully, it made me cry.
I don’t feel too much of an outsider anymore.