End Of The Month Wrap-Up
I’ve found that one of the worst things about being depressed is listening to those who would presume to tell me how I should cope with whatever is troubling me. I understand that they are well-meaning and appreciate them enormously, but they need to understand and accept that I can’t process what does and doesn’t happen to me from their perspective.
I don’t have the energy to explain why I feel as I do now. Lately I have been thinking about my mother. Also, quitting my job had a destabilising affect on me, which I hadn’t anticipated. In a classic case of pick your poison, staying at my job was having a destabilising affect on me, also.
Though depressed, I haven’t stopped paying attention to the world around me.
Michelle Obama has been quoted in the media as saying that while everyone is impressed by her husband (Barack to those of you who’ve been lost in space for the past few years), he’s merely mortal. Apart from the wildly arrogant presumption that anyone views Sen. Obama as immortal, why would she say that publicly? This isn’t the first time that she’s provided her insight publicly on the contrast between the way she sees him and the way he’s widely perceived. Maybe she calls herself keeping it real, but if I’m Barack, I’m telling her to keep it quiet unless she has something positive or constructive to say. He’s trying to be president of the United States, not president of a church choir.
In the wake of the Don Imus controversy, rap music has been tried and convicted in the court of public opinion for crimes against humanity. Judge and Rev. Al Sharpton would have it be that explicit rap lyrics are to blame for much of what ails society, but am I to understand that it’s because some rappers include words like “bitch” and “ho” in their songs that some whites are racist? And am I to accept that black self-hatred is a condition that was created by rap music?
Most people who had anything to say about Imus’ comments were indignant, appalled, outraged and bluuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh … while overlooking the issues that were brought to bare when he called a group of black women “nappy headed hos.” Those issues? Racism and self-hatred. Trying to sanitise rap music while ignoring those twin 900-pound gorillas sitting on our doorsteps won’t benefit anyone.
Tomorrow, members of Chicago’s immigrant community and their sympathisers will march downtown to demand rights for illegal immigrants. I think they have it as wrong as the days are long. Illegal immigrants don’t belong in America and as such, they have no rights. The government should find them, arrest them and deport them. Should they return to America illegally, upon their capture, they should be jailed for life and given hard labour–without so much as a trial.
America has immigration laws on the books. One has to wonder why, if America is worth risking life and limb to reach, more people aren’t willing to come and stay here legally. I don’t know the answer to that but I do believe that unless this government stops talking out of both sides of its mouth and actually gets serious about controlling its borders, the quality of life in America will eventually be such that illegal aliens are the only ones who want to be here. Yes, it’s that serious.