My neighbors are partying.
They have the bar set up in their garage, a loudspeaker blaring, and horseshoes poles in the street.
Why should the thousands of dead and suffering mar their long weekend? Why should they give up their drunkfest to donate blood or money? What do their shallow souls know of propriety, shame, empathy or angst?
Their COORS sign flutters in the late afternoon breeze.
Their kids drive around on mini-motorcycles they call “crotch rockets”. Adults flutter around the keg.
They voted for Bush- therefore they own each and every one of his bodies. They made his environmental disasters, his wars, his smirk possible.
I think Republicans have no souls.
We’re leaving to spend the night at my parents’ place. I can’t possibly stand the music or the thought that they may knock at any minute to ask why we’re not at the block party.
Didn’t you plant cactus at the edge of your property for them to pass out into? May they spend hours face down in the needles of a prickly pear…
It is amazing that inspite of disasters like Katrina and the tsunami, life goes on. Sometimes when one is overloaded by scenes we are all watching you just have to step away. My spirit wants to help, needs to help but aside from giving some money, bagging clothes for charity most of us are unable to do much more than observe and seethe with anger and rage. BUT there are THOSE who relish in others misery, prey on them and FEAR is a big factor in that behavior, for we all know that it could happen to us.
Ignore the heartless neighbors-‘they know not what they do’- focus your anger on those with the power and money to help who do nothing. And use your anger wisely.