the whole susan boyle thing

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several months back, i consulted with a local healer who'd come rapturously recommended by someone i respect, only to find yet another of those gibberish-speaking, spirit-channeling types that seem to gravitate to southern california.

fifty minutes later and $300 poorer, i got up to leave, another dead end explored--when, as a parting shot, she sat up, her eyes focused and the only coherent thing i'd heard in our entire session came outta her lips:

"whenever you come across something," she said, "a puppy or a baby or a sunset, whatever--that touches that part of you that you think you've lost forever, even if it's only for a moment--i want you to grab it and hang onto it for dear life."

i paused, hand on the doorknob. was there something to this crazy bitch after all?

"because here's the thing," she continued. i waited, interested for the first time. "if you can string enough of those moments together, you'll start to feel again, i promise."

i took that little insight with me as i left.

today i experienced one of those moments she was talking about, courtesy of a dowdy and unloved little mud-hen of a woman who had hidden her light under a bushel for far too long, finally ventured out into the cold, cruel world and risked ridicule of the highest order, only to instead find the validation her heart had always told her she deserved.

i'm not gonna link to the clip--you've all seen it, i'm sure--but know that i've watched it at least a dozen times today, and my clenched fist of a heart has swelled and i've teared up every goddam time. and i'll probably watch it a dozen more times tomorrow.

even if it's only for a moment, it's nice to feel a part of the main for a change.

mkf posts a comment

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doesn't really matter which blog, or which topic--tonight, for whatever reason, i'd suddenly had enough, so i posted the following:

you know, whenever [insert gay/leftist blogger here] throws fresh meat like [insert middle-america-bashing topic here] into the pit and i sample the resulting comments, i generally find they're of the sort that most of you faggots would bend over backwards to get hate-speech laws passed to prevent the other side from making about us.

in other words, you guys are no better than the people you hate.

i'm posting this here tonight because it pretty much sums up everything i've ever tried to say in this blog regarding my feelings about the extremists screaming at us from both edges.

in other words: shut the fuck up, all of you.

sober update: perhaps a better title might've been "screaming from the middle."

a little perspective always helps

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in honor of tax day [and because i always try to follow a horrific story from my train-wreck past with something bland and inoffensive--you know, balance], i offer the following for you to contemplate as you write your check and send it off to our wise leaders in washington.


one hundred dollars:




ten thousand dollars:




one million dollars:




one hundred million dollars:




one billion dollars:




and finally, that most casually tossed-about of phrases these days...

one trillion dollars:


and yeah, the guy in the red shirt's still there--he's just awfully small.

[h/t to deliveries galore, from which the graphics in this post were lifted]

it got pretty bad, alex

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