Since I pretty much ceased updating completely over the last several months, quite a lot has happened. I've been reluctant to write in public for reasons that will all come to light eventually. Sometimes I literally feel like a clam that just can't open. This is unusual for me, as you can imagine. But things have happened that I still don't quite know how to put into words. I trust that I'll find a way. For the past year I have faithfully written in a journal nearly every day and experienced the satisfaction of filling one after another. There's a lot to be said for the privacy of that activity. I've always been wary of trivializing the sacred things in my life by making myself too transparent here.
A less intriguing thing that happened; my webhosting expired briefly and I had a small panic about losing my domain. Of course it took me all of two minutes to reinstate my service, but I realized suddenly how much I've written on this damn blog. Holy god. It is a bottomless well. Scrolling through my entries over the past few years, it's almost overwhelming to think that I've emoted and expressed so much. I have put so much energy into this little domain, this tiny apartment within the internet complex. It feels like that. Like a place that I've lived in, a house within my house, where I've accumulated words as if they were possessions and storage space is virtually endless. And then there are the comments of readers that are a story of their own, my words prompting their words to come and join the fray and make this thing a living, changing place. Sometimes it's been a really weird, crazy fucking place. I have to tell you... I have been doing this for even longer than the archives show. And something keeps drawing me back to it. I keep believing that it is worth something, though I still can't quite put my finger on what that is! It is the life within my life. Some other manifestation of my existence; a place of safety within a most public environment. How is that possible? I guess it's entirely possible if it's a total illusion.
So, what's up?
What's everybody writing about these days? Cul? Just as I suspected, still kicking ass and taking names. Sandy? Where did you go? Cupie lives. But pretty much everyone on my original blogroll is history. It's kind of weird when I think back on the beginning of blogs, what it was like being one of those people right after 9/11, who got online and started venting like crazy. It was a blogging tsunami. Everyone had one. The battle of words was epic, yet unity somehow still reigned. Because we were all using our right to just speak freely and say what we thought and hash it all out, all of the problems and frustrations of the world, all of the things that we are passionate about coming to the surface in a way that was almost therapeutic. We actually read each other's blogs back then. Checked up on each other, even those that we considered enemies, just to see what everyone was up to, what people were mad about today. That's gone now. Maybe it's just because we were in our infancy and we acted like infants, not yet having the maturity to stop bouncing off the walls, or maybe we just got tired. But there was something to it.
The Progressive Blog Alliance still appears to be cranking a bit. My dad is still dispensing relevant (and hilarious!) information and commentary at Ragingblog.com.
But there is a feeling that many of us have set aside much of our outrage - or at least stopped venting about it all the time - because it just became too great to shoulder. We weren't seeing our words making a difference. We haven't been heard, because George W. Bush has not been impeached and our treasury is still bankrupt from the cost of a war that still does not have a foreseeable end. He has held his position as if he were a king, overruling the will of the people with his agenda, ignoring massive protests, stifling democracy with egregious lies and corruption, screwing every last American to the bone. When will we be heard? When will the protests be heard? Why is this man still our president? Why the hell is Dick Cheney still the vice president? Why the hell is Alberto Gonzales our attorney general? After everything we've seen! People! How can anyone ignore what these men have done? That is something that we should continue to ask loudly. I know it's hard and you feel like a broken record and it seems so dramatic, but we have to continue to demand that sanity and justice prevail over absolute corruption. I am serious. I know a lot of you are willing to pull the lever on your easy chair and wait it out until 2008, because you feel like you can hold a potato chip in your ass until then, but don't. Just don't. Don't stop caring. If you have a blog, say it with me now, Impeach! Impeach! Impeach! Write your representatives today!
Do you hear me Senator Schumer? Do you hear me Nancy Pelosi? I know you already said that ridiculous thing about how you won't try to impeach, but we both know it's not too late to take that back. Come on! Hilary Clinton? What's your real deal? Are you going to make up for your failures or what? You guys really need to get it together and take care of some business. I'm not feeling your commitment to putting an end to the bullshit that we've had to endure in this country for the past seven years. I'd really like to see that commitment. Impeach. Impeach. Impeach the Bush Administration.
That's all I have to say.
Well I've probably got a few other things to say, but I had to get that off my chest.
Posted by Maria at April 14, 2007 03:17 PM | TrackBack
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