November 04, 2004
Sorry, Sour Sumac
I had such good intentions, as can be seen by all that sumac and blue sky. However, I made the grave error of turning on NPR instead of Esther Hicks, channeling Abraham , or my audio novel , on the way back to my office, only to hear George W. Bush conducting a press conference . He can have more press conferences now that he doesn't have to worry about being incoherent and screwing up his reelection with slips of the tongue that cause concern about his dementia from drug and alcohol abuse.
He promised to reach out to democrats, but not in a way that warmed my heart . NPR, for once, noted that he hadn't changed anything in his "agenda" as a gesture toward this end, just those same old phoney Texas homeboy empty lies again. I guess that will have to do.
THEN the arrogant prince (note restraint) started talking about the "political capital he had earned" just like the "political capital he had earned in 2000" and his "intention to spend it" just like he did in 2000. 3% isn't much capital in my book, but he's the one with the the MBA . Where does he get the idea that he has a mandate. He won by a slim majority. I found this infuriating .
And then I read Fred Vincy's excellent commentary on the impending death of the filibuster and the marvelous possibilities that lie ahead in a revamped Supreme Court, and I am, once again, fit to be tied . All those silly checks and balances are out the window. It's full speed ahead to the destruction of democracy, and a few small countries while we're at it. .
So Esther Hicks, channeling Abraham, advises us, under these circumstance, as in all circumstances that displease, to make the best of the situation. She would remind me that I am in charge of my thoughts and feelings and, no matter what is going on around me, the only thing that matters is how I manage to feel right here in this moment. She would encourage me to reach for the next best thought. Sometimes that's hard to do. Let's see, the homocidal fantasies feel pretty good -- actually, make that mass homocidal fantasies. Ummmm...mmm...mmm. I am at a loss for a something a little better than that. Oh, I know, I can fantacize about what I'll do with my tax cut. Esther recommends that when you can't change your feelings about a subject, change the subject altogether, as in, go pet your cat, watch a movie, or go for a walk. Which was what I was trying to do before I turned on the radio. Cheerio
Posted by Dakota at November 4, 2004 02:44 PM
