I'm a 52 year old American white heterosexual male faithfully married 24 years this summer with an almost 19 year old daughter in an elite liberal arts college. I'm three years from fully vesting in my pension at the elite university I've worked at for 22 years and from which I have two degrees. I've four years left on a mortgage for a house I bought 20 years ago for half a million dollars less than I could sell it today. I apologize for writing this post for the 3Kth day in a motherfucking row, but I want it clear I'm commenting on, not competing in, Stringtown's latest outbreak of King of Anarchists. I am not anarchier than thou, you win. I work to be less of an asshole in my complicity, part of which is recognizing my training and how it is constantly reinforced as in those three "comedic" misogynistic ads above reminding me that in our society, as power is constructed and imposed, women are designated as catty bitches and scolds and dependents sucking the marrow of male productivity who are spared deserved punishment only by men's restraint and benevolence. It's also part of my training that benevolence is as much threat as gift, its granting a reminder of its withdrawal and opposite. All I can do is be consciously kinder for fair's sake and urge you to be too, though I also recognize power's use of that matrix to divide us from each other.
- Remember when I used to say I wish John Roberts would get hit by a bus at the height of POTUS 12 so that Obama would have to pick not only a new SCOTUS but Chief SCOTUS? Well, sure, though I think we all know how that will turn out.
- Yet another appeal to non-existent gods.
- Anti-war too?
- Germany's new Greek colony.
- Virginia governor considers his POTUS ambitions, backs off Virginia cracker/christer abortion bill.
- She who is as shitty turns on Frothy.
- Actually, Corporate, GOP Division, is turning on Frothy.
- Surveillance state.
- Things you might have missed.
- Waiting for Wotan, continued.
TWO, THREE
Rae Armantrout
Sad, fat boy in pirate hat.
Long, old, dented,
copper-colored Ford.
How many traits
must a thing have
in order to be singular?
(Echo persuades us
everything we say
has been said at least once
before.)
Two plump, bald men
in gray tee-shirts
and tan shorts
are walking a small bulldog -
followed by the eyes
of an invisible third person.
The Trinity was born
from what we know
of the bitter
symbiosis of couples.
Can we reduce echo's sadness
by synchronizing our speeches?
Is it the beginning or end
of real love
when we pity a person
because, in him,
we see ourselves.