WTF My life

Let's begin this post the way that every letter ever written seems to begin: "so terribly sorry my darling, it's been far too long since last I wrote, but I have been ever so busy". Ad-nauseum, Ad-infinitum.

I just got hopelessly bored of myself, and I also had established proper lines of communication with everyone I had been writing the blog for, namely, so that they might still know me without actually ever talking to me. But now, things have chang-ed, and once more I feel like I should I contribute a bit more, once more, to the blog-o-sphere. Save your fork Prince, there's pie.

I've spent literally 6 months reading Robert Fisk's "The Great War For Civilization". I've read it in England, Spain, Ohio (excuse me while I throw up in my mouth), and four different cities in Canada so far, and I still have 267 pages out of over 1300 to go, not including the massively intimidating bibliography. After swamp-walking through this brilliant missive on centuries of blood-soaked Keffiyah warfare, I have come to a single (yes, a single) conclusion about the root of perpetual, generational violence. And that is...Drum roll please...that it is basically because no one obeys the proverbial golden rule.

Not the one where he who has the gold makes the rules, the one where you must treat others as you would like to be treated (note: masochists, sadistic murders, statisticians should use the common sense interpretation). What happens between States that learn to distrust and despise each other is a macrocosm of what happens between individuals who have had their trust betrayed and left to feel like dirty hankies - used, sullied, and caste away.

While it is completely impossible to go about life without hurting anyone's feelings, fear, doubt and uncertainty lie and foot of the gangrenous leg of all human unhappiness; hence, the least anyone can do is be clear and, as much as possible, compassionately honest. For example, if Netanyahu (He fucking Twitters! For the love Yahweh) had just said to Arafat, "of course, you can't have your lands back. We'll keep building. We'll never withdraw, and you can role up the Oslo agreement and give me a hand job with it, please and thank you (courtesy added by author)", at least the Palestinian leadership could have run with that. But to say one thing and do another doesn't just cast doubt on whether the other party will DO what they say, it also casts doubt that they will absolutely NOT do what they say, and you can get hypothermia and drown expediciously trying to tread water in a endless sea of gray. And ultimately, lack of trust in ones own power to affect change because you cannot count on others to be clear one way or the other is powerful motivator toward to walking into an ice cream parlor and blowing up all those delicious flavours - and well, all the people waiting in line to eat them.

So the next time you think of trying a text message break up, remember that you aren't just going to hurt someone in the limited context of your failed bowling-partner to life-partner upgrade, and that they will only ever think YOU -full stop- are an asshole. You will change the way that person acts in the world because you have been a dick to him/her. Now all he/she will see are dicks everywhere and will act accordingly, don steel toed boots accordingly. So take your balls out of your purse and man up to Honesty. It's such a lonely word.

Unrelated - I just blew my nose, and an entire blueberry came out that I didn't even know was up there. Strange times indeed.