Month: July 2005

I wonder how many blogs are being started with that phrase this morning? Probably more than we can imagine. Well, so be it. I had so much in my head a few minutes ago, as I was making my coffee, and it all sounded so good, so witty, so pithy and relevant. Now most of it is gone. What is left is the knowledge that even though I have lived in the USA for all of my life, I was not born in the USA. I am very happy about that. I was born in Ireland, while my parents were traveling about Europe. That lucky dual-citizenship gives me 2 passports, one US and one the coveted Republic of Ireland. I am also an EU citizen and am allowed to vote in EU elections, if I so choose. To be honest, I know very little about Irish politics, and not so much about European politics as a whole. If there is one thing I have learned it is that politicians are the same everywhere. The Europeans know this very well. Pols are a class all to themselves. They are understood to be ‘do-nothing’ types who, if it weren’t for running for some kind of office, would be hanging around the pub spouting their rhetoric. There is a kind of sympathy and compassion held for the poor soul who never figured out how to be happy with his life and ends up trying to run the lives of others. Of course this doesn’t apply to beloved leaders and revolutionaries like Havel and Yushchenko who arrived to steal away the country from the corruption of the Old Guard and return it to the people.

There is the opposite side of the fence as well. There have been, and always will be, charismatic snake-oil salesmen who will roll into town, charm the pants off of your wife, eat dinner in your home, and steal your money. The amazing thing is that, in the end, if you’re not careful, you’ll thank them and invite them back. These folks never work for the common good, and always end their careers amidst scandal, shame, and death. Do I need to list some names?
How about Eva and Juan Peron, Slobodan Milosovic, Pol Pot, ad nauseum. Failed actors, mediocre colonels, tinhat politicians, and sons and daughters of the idle rich all make excellent despots. I think it has something to do with knowing how to throw a good cocktail party. It’s all window dressing and no substance. Kind of like those people who festoon their cars and homes with American flags, lest anyone think otherwise of them. What are they compensating for?
One flag is enough, for god’s sake. Something so garish and gaudy shouldn’t be flaunted so highly nor should it be wrapped to tightly around the person who decides to wave it.

The point is that I have put out my flag this morning, not because I support the current government of the United States of America, but precisely because I do not. It is our right, our priveledge, and our duty as citizens of this country to protest. We fly this flag not to remember the days gone by, or to honor the dead, but to thumb our collective noses at the despots around the world and at home and to remind them who is really in charge:

We the people…

Johnnyboy

I was just thinking about how amazing my life has been, up to this point. The good stuff notwithstanding, I have had the actual experiences that other people try to capture in their fiction. My recovery, my time in jail, and my experiences traveling give me an edge in some ways over most folks. Nothing better than the real thing, IMHO.

Last July I was in jail. As the time in jail went it was OK, because I was counting days at that point in my stay. I had 60 left to go and had no idea what lay in store for me once I was released. I had a great deal of fear about the future, and my place in it. Where would I be a year from now, I mused…What are my immediate goals. I had set down 3 at that point:

1. To see Christo’s ‘The Gates’ in Central Park, in February, 2005
2. To travel to Croatia and beyond for a month in the spring of 2005.
3. To apply and be accepted to Empire State College.

My paper for ESC is almost finished, just some tweaking left and it will be done, and almost two Weeks early. I’ve sent a first draft to my friend Paul, who is a writer, just for a second set of eyes. His wife Nan is a writer as well, so maybe she’ll check it out as well. I am pretty lucky to be able to do this. These two are of a pretty high caliber, so to have them check out my writing is quite an honor.
Not much else to blather about today. I’m just grateful to be here, now, and be able to appreciate all the gifts that I’ve been given. Remember, a gift isn’t a gift until it’s been accepted by the other person. That is the other half of the contract.

So, I think on ‘Haiku Tuesday’ I’ll post some pictures of ‘The Gates’ to go along with the jailhouse haiku…Maybe I’ll take Aravis’ lead and manipulate them with some Photoshop toys. 🙂

Johnnyboy