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another rider was killed here last night
I sure hope it’s not someone I know

seems that the only answer that the police ever have
is that they were riding too fast
and while I’m sure that this often is
the contributing factor
it can’t always be

in other news
the VOD is still in Merritt
it’s kinda weird at my house right now
spooky quiet
but in a good way
too bad it wasn’t an incentive
to do some housework eh?
but I am firm in the understanding
that if I just sit down
the urge will pass! :o)

the weather is much better this week
than it was last
and as a result the ride to work
is much more pleasant

then again
there’s never a bad day for a ride

I watched a special on the news last night
about a news person that was bombed in Iraq
She lived
but her crew didn’t
and it got me to thinking…

here’s the young wife of one of the camera men
and 2 very small children
poised at the beginning of their lives
only to have all their hopes and dreams
dashed upon the rocks of fate

it brought me to mind of 2 things:

1.. we hear about the war so much
that humanity seems to have
become desensitised to the horror…
we quickly flip the channel to avoid those
ghastly pix –
to keep us safe in our delusions…
to keep us from understanding that the
thousands of people that die
were someones daddy or mommy or
brother or sister or husband or wife
and that somewhere hearts are breaking
or broken…

2…while that heartbroken wife has had all
of her hopes and dreams dashed
her two wee children haven’t….
they both call their daddy a hero
but they don’t truly realize just what that means
they don’t realize that they’ve lost their daddy
cos a man in Washington says that they
need to protect their country from something
he finds fearful….that we are no longer sure exactly
what that is…but that their daddy was not just
a hero…he was a patriot.
and in spite of the horrific loss of their daddy
they will go on to a new, not better but new reality
with new hopes and dreams

and that my friends
is the cycle of life
*sigh*

I’ve spent a lot of time
over the last little while
jokin with my friends
about how my inside voice is broken

and how I have lost patience with stupidity
for stupidity’s sake

about how I can not abide
people who operate without empathy

and about how I know mean when I see it
cos I used to live it…

one of my blogging friends
who has a pretty active blog
that rarely has less than a dozen
comments per post
cos she’s bright and witty and funny and erudite
is having a real tough time just now

she’s suffering from depression
and she’s made some giant steps
to get help (first giant step is admission)
and to help herself
but she’s just started down the path
so she’s still having a tough time
taking baby steps
where giant steps could be used

yesterday
she posts a rather long blog
about the personal horror’s of her disease
about how undermining it is
to her psyche
about how she feels unlovable
about how non supportive she perceives her partner to be just now
about how she feels that
friends and family figure
that cos she’s started medication
everything should be status quo
and really slammin her cos she quit the job
that brought her to the peak of her disease

then some fucktard (as the very first comment)
posts a long rambling comment
about how she should step up to the plate
and “bite the bullet”
and work to support her man and family
blah blah blah

instead of being loving
and empathetic
and supportive

guess what happened?
I lost my temper

and posted a comment
the 2nd comment related to that post
that ran something like this:
“ok first off…people that pass judgment
from lofty heights
without identifying themselves
are gutless and passive aggressive
and should fuck off and shut up
– but fuck off first!
*dammit*”

yup
that’s right
I lost my cool and told some anonymous fucktard
just where the bear
shit in the woods

old habits die hard eh?

I don’t regret having said what I said
to the gutless wonder
that posted that meanness in her comments
but I do regret bringing her blog comments to a screeching halt
in one major move

it bothers me
when people are not ethical
it bothers me
when they don’t operate from a position of integrity
and in my books anonymous slams
are not integral

so
old habits die hard
and my knickers were in a knot
just long enough
to flap the yap
and as usual
for me it’s now gone

everyone has to come thru
this disease
in their own way and time
and nobody should get to
compound the ailment
with anonymous venom

it just ain’t right.