I read that Dutch artists had to leave their bicycles by the road and climb down into a ditch to approximate landscape. They painted a lot of seascapes and skyscapes instead. I don't know, billboards or windmills, which one is better to doll up a flatland, and poke at.
In many ways America is a big tease. We line our highways with attractive inviting targets then make it illegal to shoot from cars.
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I used to be very good with subtitles.
When Meade
Gives you a hint
Don't listen
You'll get belly button lint
BURMA SHAVE
Ha ha!
It was all supposed to go smoothly -- the hand-off of power from the International Socialist Party to the International Socialist Party. Jeb was going to be the perfect frontman for the vampires. Then along came Trump -- such a spoiler.
You're driving too fast.
What Rabel said, but fortunately, you looped around so I was able to catch it the second trip.
I'm afraid it's a driverless car, Rabel ;)
Meanwhile, there's my son ...
... who, just a few hours ago, said that I haven't worked in at least 10 years, accused me of haven't bothering to work ever, and also suggested that, when I was his age, I was a fool for working.
Well. Hey. So it goes. :,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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I guess you guys were all right. I know I was a wrong.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMtKRmqOdYQ
Stuff not just costs a lot, not just burns a lot, not just demands a lot.
It hurts.
It's a shame that so many of you prefer watching people hurt. This is why I don't bother reaching out.
ALSO FOR THE RECORD:
I HAVE NEVER LIED ABOUT BEING ATTACKED BY A GERMAN SHEPHERD, WHICH DOG DRAGGED ME AROUND A BACK YARD, BLOOD DRIPPING. THAT HAPPENED. SORRY IF THAT REALITY BOTHERS YOU.
ALSO, I HAVE NEVER LIED ABOUT THE TWO MOLESTERS WHO SHOVED THEIR FINGERS UP MY VAGINA AND WHO WORKED TO SHOVE THEIR DICKS INTO MY MOUTH.
All of that ^ I experienced before kindergarten. MAKE NO MISTAKE ABOUT IT: THIS IS TRUE. But then I had to also experience so much more,
For example: Just get on with it. Do your chores. Get great grades. Read great books. Write to your grandparents. Send pictures to your aunts. Hang out in duck blinds with your uncles. Above all: Get over it and then get on with whatever.
; )
You've had it tough, rc. BUT NOT TOUGH ENOUGH!
You're right, ricpic: To this day, I haven't gotten over that. Those experiences left their imprints, more permanent than any, say, millennial tattoo, for just one example. I am soft at my core, despite all of the hard shells built around that, which means I am not tough enough to just shrug off that sort of shit and actually *be* someone who never experienced what, in fact, I did experience.
OTOH:
Those experiences, all of them, did meld into a brew that made me thoughtful, and even rigorous and demanding, in my thinking. They did.
Shall I name the ways? Why, yes, yes I will, at least couple, as a start. Hereafter, I will also name others, from time to time.
1) A number of you here (contributors, readers, whatever) have been around along enough to know that I have never voted for a Clinton. A couple-so of you might've been around long enough online to have seen references as to why. Now I'm going to state it plain.
I watched that speech, live, in real time (a weird thing to say, nowadays, I get it, but back then, that meant something). I saw and heard him in all his ways, in the moment, and my visceral reaction was: He's a poser, and he's a sick sonuvabitch, and he reminds me of the kind of guys who molested me when I was very young (their fingers and their dicks) and, also, the guy who hid the dog that bit me because his wife considered their dog as just like a child, which, had that dog not been found in time, meant that I would have had to undergo the sort of series of rabies shots that were available at the time. (Folks as old as I and older than I ought know *exactly* what that meant, way back in that day.)
2) I realized how visceral I was and how visceral I could be, and, truth be told, this horrified me, on a particular and specific level. So then I started to do research (in a time when research wasn't so easy: no Internet for all and everyone). At the time, I saw research as an antidote to my own visceral reactions and mental biases.
(more t.k.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvTRvTII40o
The following statement doesn't fit with my experiences here, rcommal, on two levels:
It's a shame that so many of you prefer watching people hurt. This is why I don't bother reaching out.
--I haven't encountered "so many" here who prefer watching people hurt.
--It appears to me as though you frequently and repeatedly attempt to reach out.
Intensity is one of the most solid indicators of unprocessed trauma.
Recent reading I recommend, available through Lem's Amazon Portal:
The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel van der Kolk M.D.
MamaM:
You are the sort of woman who works to make men attack others.
MamaM:
Also, you are the sort of woman for whom I have no use (much like the sort of men for whom I have no use).irl, you
You ain't no Mama, MamaM. You're a lying curse of a political tongue, stuck out at everyone, anyone, who doesn't happen to agree in every jot and tittle with what your kids say.
I believe the story I've encountered twice now (once at Althouse, and now here on this thread) regarding the abuse you experienced as a child to be true, rcommal. It vibrates with intensity.
What you've said about me here, however, is not true. That you've no use for me is your prerogative. What I offered in the form of a book recommendation is a link to more light, understanding, compassion and encouragement. Which is something all survivors of abuse and trauma sorely need.
May you find your way through whatever darkness and pain is haunting you. Dishonest communication and rage projection is not the way out.
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