Let Them Eat Quilt
I've been being like, "let them eat quilt", that's been my escape from these feelings of helplessness.
I read and I reread and I listen and I watch and I send my paltry donations and all I really want to do is turn off, tune out, pack the girl dogs and leave the country.
Our votes don't count.
Our monies are wasted.
No one takes responsibility.
No one is held responsible.
The "other" party?
What other party?
Where/who is the voice of outrage? WHY aren't they screaming on air to anyone who will listen.
By the end of this day,9-11, I expect someone to say, let's all join hands and sing FEELINGS.
If you are looking for me, I'll be brushing up on my Italian.
Trapuntare, n., "to quilt'.
RQM
I read and I reread and I listen and I watch and I send my paltry donations and all I really want to do is turn off, tune out, pack the girl dogs and leave the country.
Our votes don't count.
Our monies are wasted.
No one takes responsibility.
No one is held responsible.
The "other" party?
What other party?
Where/who is the voice of outrage? WHY aren't they screaming on air to anyone who will listen.
By the end of this day,9-11, I expect someone to say, let's all join hands and sing FEELINGS.
If you are looking for me, I'll be brushing up on my Italian.
Trapuntare, n., "to quilt'.
RQM
posted by RED QUILT MAKER at 11:04 AM
11 Comments:
Sensibilità, nient'altro che le sensibilità, provanti a dimenticare le mie sensibilità di amore. Rolling di Teardrops giù sulla mia faccia, provante a dimenticare le mie sensibilità di amore. Sensibilità, dato che tutta la mia vita lo riterrò.
You updated! You really, really updated!
Don't forget, we still have the 'National Day of Prayer' to look forward to!
Ain't life grand?
Oh blogzie..
"tear drops rolling down my face" from the laughter.
I love you, I really really love you you clever clever funny funny woman woman.
RQM
I'd love to learn Italian! My mom bought a set of tapes to learn from a few months ago, but the teacher's voice bores me to death...lol.
Love that you call your dogs "girl dogs", because I say the exact same thing about mine!!
Scream into your pillow RQM, you wouldn't want someone to hear you and get labeled a terrorist.
national day of prayer?!?!? WTF?
did i miss something??
i've been asking myself lately why the hell don't i live in venice? or perhaps capri? life is way too short to not be living in italy, no?
*sigh*...were it that easy...
and yes...happy happy happy to see a new post...thanks rqm =)
ciao!!
Blogzie, you're a fricking riot! Good, soul-cleansing laugh!
Red, nice to see you moving about--even if it's moving clothes into the suitcase. Fly through LaGuardia; I'll buy you a stiff drink.
Yes it's true, RQM and I have been discussing (we've done this before I might add...) departing. Where does one go really?
Yesterday seemed to be a bust, but perhaps that is because I simply watched tennis and not the "spin" cycle.
Loving how the MSM has reverted to form. Sucking the life and meaning out of what just happened. All feel good all the time.
What does one do on a National Day of Prayer. Shop? Eat? Talk to your god? (My god's better than your god...nah nah nah nah nah) Oh please.
STB
Dear oh dear.... Italy is so far far away! I would miss your adorable face and wonderful giggle... AND the girls! I'd miss the girls too!
What does one wear for a National Day of Prayer? It's after Labor Day but I do live in Florida so are my white Keds ok? Does my local Michael's or iParty have the appropriate decorations? Do I rent a big jet and fly over a disaster area and have my picture made? Plan a family gathering? Sorry to sound irreverent. I simply don't know what I should do before the big day.
*hug* The Winged One and I pretty much did the same thing, but you know that.
Do they think our memories are so short, and who and what we loved is so easily dismissed?! They *must*!
Next time, I hope we elect someone who has half a mind and half a soul. For someone who talks God all the damn time, GWB and them are practically soulless.
Incidentally, what are Three Lives books? (Guess that answers your question. :-)
I frequently think about packing up my "girl" and my "boy" and heading out! Life would be so wonderful somewhere over the rainbow. It's just not meant to be. Instead, I immerse myself in mu job (working with developmentally disabled adults) who have no clue of what is going on in the world around them, and in reading and listening to news, none of which is inspiring at the moment. Can things get much worse?
A national day of prayer should mirror the New Orleans Jazz Funerals, where there is great sadness at the beginning of the funeral followed by great joy at the hopes of a "new beginning". God do we ever need a new beginning! Unfortunately, the government today appears to be fatalistic... what new beginning?
By the way...everytime I stop here I laugh out loud at the title to this post.
STB
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