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Biden's optimism depresses me...
Feb. 8th, 2023 01:32 pmIt’s probably a triumph of hope over experience that I can like any pol, really. They all ignore disability stuff so much, and, as for myself, sometimes I’m surprised to still have a reflection, in my personal right, except for the struggle finding more caregiving, which accentuates parts of myself that I’d rather forget. Fangirling doesn’t help me do my work anyway.Even as I write that, I wonder if I’ll ever have work that doesn’t feel like I should put quotes around it and that kind of thing. Although I’m literally a citizen of this nation, I don’t feel like a “citizen” in the Wire’s description of the working world. But I’m not police or a criminal, for all benefits programs treat us as though we steal everything not nailed down, so, I guess, citizen-by-default.
Haven’t felt Promising since college, which has been over for twenty-five years, just about. Education didn’t save me; if I spent any time under anyone’s wing, I guess we both found it hot and stifling and couldn’t hang, so if it happened, it didn’t last long.(It’s been so long now that I find myself wondering whether the Promising stuff lived anywhere but in my own head. I’d read my share of college novels, also ones with editorial assistants looking for their big breaks. Maybe I just put my head on their bodies. Maybe I’m just quick, in a grade-inflated world that never expected much from crippled people.
Maybe there is still a wellspring of comparatively untapped talent here. (At 49, does it still matter?)Probably why it’s hard for me to take seriously the whole “Biden Don’t Get No Respect” conversation. I mean, the man has money, a staff, a wife who’s out of his league, a powerful job and a Legacy long enough to inspire several ponderous op-eds when nature takes its course.
Dag, could someone please ignore me like that, next time. I’ll even skip the grandkids and their field hockey.
I think it’s past time to admit that the school shooters and the racists claim a part of “the soul of America”. Not the lion’s share or anything, but it’s all way too common a theme to pretend that three awful boys distracted us while we were out helping each other.
As Frank Pembleton said “You got to get to know the darker, uglier, parts of yourself
Haven’t felt Promising since college, which has been over for twenty-five years, just about. Education didn’t save me; if I spent any time under anyone’s wing, I guess we both found it hot and stifling and couldn’t hang, so if it happened, it didn’t last long.(It’s been so long now that I find myself wondering whether the Promising stuff lived anywhere but in my own head. I’d read my share of college novels, also ones with editorial assistants looking for their big breaks. Maybe I just put my head on their bodies. Maybe I’m just quick, in a grade-inflated world that never expected much from crippled people.
Maybe there is still a wellspring of comparatively untapped talent here. (At 49, does it still matter?)Probably why it’s hard for me to take seriously the whole “Biden Don’t Get No Respect” conversation. I mean, the man has money, a staff, a wife who’s out of his league, a powerful job and a Legacy long enough to inspire several ponderous op-eds when nature takes its course.
Dag, could someone please ignore me like that, next time. I’ll even skip the grandkids and their field hockey.
I think it’s past time to admit that the school shooters and the racists claim a part of “the soul of America”. Not the lion’s share or anything, but it’s all way too common a theme to pretend that three awful boys distracted us while we were out helping each other.
As Frank Pembleton said “You got to get to know the darker, uglier, parts of yourself
