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the liberal mind - an epiphany - no, this is not satire

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  1. longeyes

    longeyes member

    Dec 25, 2002
    True West...Hotel California
    A ham from God:
    On my 49th birthday, my back hurt and my soul hurt. But solace came in an
    unexpected form.
    By Anne Lamott

    April 25, 2003 Last week on my 49th birthday, I decided we should all kill
    ourselves; that it's all hopeless. These are desert days. Better to go out
    by our own hands than to endure slow death by scolding. However, after I had
    a second cup of coffee, I realized that I couldn't kill myself that morning
    -- not because it was my birthday but because I'd promised to get arrested
    the next day. I had been arrested three weeks earlier with an ecumenical
    bunch of religious peaceniks; people who still believe in Dr. King and
    Gandhi. Also, my back was out. I didn't want to die in crone mode. So I took
    a long hot shower instead and began another day of being gloated to death.

    Everyone I know is devastated by our heroic military activities overseas. A
    lot of us thought things were desperate after the 2002 midterm elections,
    but those turn out to have been the good old days. I can usually manage a
    crabby hope that there is meaning in mess and pain, that more will be
    revealed, and that truth and beauty will somehow win out in the end. But I'd
    been struggling as my birthday approached. So much had been stolen from us
    by Bush, from the very beginning of his reign, and especially now. I wake up
    some mornings pinned to the bed by centrifugal sadness and frustration. A
    friend called to wish me happy birthday, and I remembered something she'd
    said many years ago, while reading a Vanity Fair article about Hitler's
    affair with his niece. "I have had it with Hitler," Peggy said vehemently,
    throwing the magazine to the floor. And I have had it with Bush.

    I think the United States has done a horrible thing. We crossed a country's
    borders with ferocious military might, to impose our form of government on a
    poverty-stricken nation, without any international agreement or legal
    justification. Now we're instructed, like naughty teenagers, to refrain from
    saying that it was an immoral war that set a disastrous precedent. You hear
    dozens of times a day on the news that life is better for the Iraqi people
    now. But will it be in six months? Will it be for my son's generation?

    While I was thinking about all this, my priest friend Tom called to wish me
    happy birthday.

    "How are we going to get through this craziness?" I asked. There was silence
    for a moment.

    "Left foot, right foot, left foot, breathe," he said. "Right foot, left
    foot, right foot, breathe."

    Tom loves the desert. A number of my friends do. They love the skies that
    pull you into infinity, like the ocean. They love the silence and how if you
    listen long enough, the pulse of the desert begins to sound like the noise
    your finger makes when you run it around the rim of a crystal glass. They
    love the scary beauty -- snakes, lizards, scorpions, the kestrels and hawks.
    They love the mosaics of water-washed pebbles on the desert floor, small
    rocks that cast huge shadows, a shoot of vegetation here, a wild flower

    I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the
    windows rolled up, and the doors locked. I prefer beach resorts with room
    service. But liberals are going to be in the desert awhile.

    So the morning of my birthday, because I couldn't pray, I did what Matisse
    said once: "I don't know if I believe in God or not, but the essential thing
    is to put oneself in a frame of mind which is close to that of prayer." I
    closed my eyes, and got quiet. I tried to look like Mother Mary, with
    dreadlocks and a bad back.

    But within seconds, I was frantic to turn on the TV. It was like a craving
    for nicotine. I was in withdrawal -- I needed more scolding. Henny Penny!
    Henny Penny! I needed more malignant celebration. All the news anchors seem
    to agree that Bush has pulled off a great victory, even though we couldn't
    find Saddam, or those rascally weapons of mass destruction. But I didn't
    turn on TV. I kept my eyes closed, and breathed. I started to feel crazy,
    and knew that all I needed was five minutes of Wolf Blitzer. If I could hold
    out a few hours, I could get a hit of Lou Dobbs' ecstasy of moral rightness.
    I listened to the birds sing outside; and it was like Chinese water torture.
    Then I remembered the weekend when 11 million people marched for peace, how
    joyful it was to be part of the stirrings of a great movement. My pastor
    says that peace is joy at rest, and joy is peace on its feet, and I felt
    both that weekend. It didn't matter that Bush said we were just a focus

    I lay down the floor with my eyes closed so long that the dog came over and
    worriedly licked me back to life. That cheered me up. "What did you get me
    for my birthday?" I asked. She started to chew on my head. It helped. Maybe
    the old left is dead, but after we've rested awhile, we can prepare for
    something new. I don't know if Howard Dean can lead us, or John Kerry or
    Dennis Kucinich : I'm very confused right now. But I know that in the
    desert, you stay out of the blistering sun. You go out in the early
    morning, and in cool of the evening. You seek oasis, shade, safety,
    refreshment. There's every shade of green, and every shade of gold. But I'm
    only pretending to think it's beautiful; I find it terribly scary. I walk on
    eggshells, and hold my breath awhile.

    I called Tom back.

    He listened to me, gently. Usually he just starts calling out to anyone
    nearby that I am mentally ill beyond all imagining, and probably drunk and
    showing all my lady parts to the neighbors, but on my birthday, he listened.
    I asked him for some good news.

    He thought awhile. "Well," he said finally. "My cactuses are blooming. Last
    week they were ugly and reptilian, and now they are bursting with red and
    pink blossoms. They don't bloom every year, so you have to love them while
    they're here."

    "I hate cactuses," I said. "I want to know what to do. Where we even start."

    "We start by being kind to ourselves. We breathe, we eat. We remember that
    God is present wherever people suffer. God's here with us when we're
    miserable, and God is there in Iraq. The suffering of innocent people draws
    God close to them. Kids hit by US bombs are not abandoned by God."

    "Well, it sure looks like they were," I said. "It sure looks that way to
    their parents."

    "It also looked like Christ had been abandoned on the cross; It looked like
    a win for the Romans."

    "How do we help? How do we not go crazy?"

    "You take care of the suffering."

    "I can't get to Iraq."

    "There are folks who are miserable here."

    After we got off the phone, I ate a few birthday chocolates. Then I asked
    God to help me be helpful. It was the first time that day that I felt my
    prayers were sent, and then received -- like e-mail. I tried to cooperate
    with grace, which is to say, I did not turn on the TV. Instead, I drove to
    the market in silence, to buy my birthday dinner. I asked God to help me,
    again. The problem with God -- or at any rate, one of the top five most
    annoying things about God -- is that he or she rarely answers right away. It
    can be days, weeks. Some people seem to understand this -- that life and
    change take time -- but I am not one of those people. I'm an Instant Message
    type. It took decades for Bush to destroy the Iraqi army in three weeks.
    Chou En-Lai, when asked, "What do you think of the French Revolution,"
    paused for a minute, smoking incessantly, and replied, "Too soon to tell."

    But I prayed: help me.

    I flirted with everyone in the store, especially the old people, and I
    lightened up. When the checker finished ringing up my items, she looked at
    my receipt and cried, "Hey! You've won a ham!"

    I felt blind sided by the news. I had asked for help, not a ham. It was very
    disturbing. What on earth was I going to do with ten pounds of salty pink
    eraser? I rarely eat it. It makes you bloat.

    "Wow," I said. The checker was so excited about giving it to me that I
    pretended I was, too .

    Wow! How great! Henny Penny! Henny Penny!

    A bagger was dispatched to back of the store to get my ham. I stood waiting
    anxiously. I wanted to get home, so I could start caring for suffering
    people, or turn on CNN. I almost suggested that the checker award it to the
    next family who paid with food stamps. But for some reason, I waited. If God
    was giving me a ham, I'd be crazy not to receive it. Maybe it was the ham of
    God, who takes away the sins of the world.

    I waited ten minutes for what I began to think of as "that ????ing ham."
    Finally the bag boy handed me a parcel the size of a cat. I put it with
    feigned cheer into my grocery cart, and walked to the car, trying to figure
    out who might need it. I thought about chucking it out the window near a
    field. I was so distracted that I crashed my cart smack into a slow-moving
    car in the parking lot.

    I started to apologize, when I noticed that the car was a rusty wreck, and
    that an old friend was at the wheel. We got sober together a long time ago,
    and each had a son at the same time. She has dark black skin and processed
    hair the color of cooled tar.

    She opened her window. "Hey," I said, "How are you -- it's my birthday!"

    "Happy birthday," she said, and started crying. She looked drained and
    pinched, and after a moment, she pointed to the gas gauge of her car."I
    don't have money for gas, or food. I've never asked for help from a friend
    since I got sober, but I'm asking you to help me."

    "I've got money you can have," I said.

    "No, no, I just need gas," she said. "I've never asked someone for a

    "It's not a handout," I told her."It's my birthday present." I thrust a
    bunch of money into her hand, all the money I had. Then I reached into my
    shopping cart and held out the ham to her like a clown doffing flowers.
    "Hey!" I said. "Do you and your kids like ham?"

    "We love it," she said. "We love it for every meal."

    She put it in the seat beside her, firmly, lovingly, as if she was about to
    strap it in. And she cried some more.

    Later, thinking about her, I remembered the seasonal showers in the desert,
    how potholes in the rocks fill up with rain. When you look sometime later,
    there are already frogs in the water, and brine shrimp reproducing, like
    commas doing the Macarena; and it seems, but only seems, like you went from
    parched to overflow all in the blink of an eye.

    - - - - - - - - - - - -

    About the writer
    Anne Lamott is the author of "Blue Shoe" and "Traveling Mercies: Some
    Thoughts on Faith," and also a contributor to "Mothers Who Think: Tales of
    Real-Life Parenthood" (Villard), edited by Kate Moses and Camille Peri.
  2. Don Gwinn

    Don Gwinn Moderator Emeritus

    Dec 21, 2002
    Virden, IL
    So, she's a bit of a female Forrest Gump, but with severe depression and dreadlocks.

  3. iamkris

    iamkris Member

    Jan 6, 2003
    My own little slice of Purgatory

    I wonder what it's like to drift through life in a fuzzy delusional state like that, where everything is driven by depression, helplessness and distorted feelings that can't be quantified.

    I suppose that it's minds like that that give us art, but ugh, what a price to pay (for them and us).
  4. Oleg Volk

    Oleg Volk Moderator Emeritus

    Dec 19, 2002
    Nashville, TN
    I want 20KB of my brain space back!
  5. Baba Louie

    Baba Louie Member

    Dec 26, 2002

    An interesting read. (I think?)


    Life can suck at times.

    Don't trust everything you read or hear from the news or gov't.

    Cactus' flowering in the desert is cool. Catch beauty where you can, when you can.

    Love your neighbor as yourself.

    Life is full of little surprises.

    Get off the pity potty, honey. Now and then.

  6. cuchulainn

    cuchulainn Member

    Dec 24, 2002
    Looking for a cow that Queen Meadhbh stole
    She's confusing her depressed perception with the cause of her depression. Her delusioned perception of Bush as an overbearing evil is due to her depression, but she thinks Bush's (supposed) overbearing evil is the cause of her depression.

    That's a bad self-justifying cycle she's put herself into. It's similar (though a different manifestation) to a wife beater who thinks his wife "causes" his anger.

    Get her some St. John's Wort pronto!
  7. benewton

    benewton Member

    Dec 24, 2002
    New Hampshire
    I know that this is sexist, so called...

    She's female, and they think like that, on the average. Nothing to be done about it; they are as they are, take it or leave it, or them, as the case may be.

    We work best as couples for a reason, and merely having and raising children isn't it.

    Now, I gotta head off for a mountain hike for a few days/months/years, so, have at it!
  8. Trisha

    Trisha Member

    Dec 26, 2002
    Rocky Mountains
    know thy enemy

    I suspect there are loads of people out there very much like her! The explicit craving to be led, the abhorrance of self-motivation and self-discipline, the justified ego-concentric depression - yep, these folks voted for Clinton & Gore.

    benewton - careful honey, :scrutiny: there're lots and lots of good girls in the great big world who are the living antithesis of your opinion!


    The gal (BOT) is definately not someone you'd want at your back when the balloon goes up!

  9. OF

    OF Member

    Dec 26, 2002
    That was a satire piece, right? I was assuming it was until I got to the bottom and started reading the posts.

    - Gabe
  10. benewton

    benewton Member

    Dec 24, 2002
    New Hampshire

    I already know all about that, and love the woman I'm married to more than I can ever express, and I'd be totally lost without her. In truth, there couldn't be a replacement as far as I'm concerned.

    That said, there are differences between the sexes, including her, and what I'd consider idiotic in a male is simply normal for the female subspecies.

    On the other hand, I can consider the dishes done if I've plates and silver on hand for the next feed and can turn my back on the full sink.
    The male subspecies has its own problems.

    Like I said, we work better in pairs.
  11. Marko Kloos

    Marko Kloos Moderator Emeritus

    Dec 20, 2002
    Enfield, NH
    Ask your doctor about Paxil.
  12. CZ-75

    CZ-75 member

    Jan 2, 2003

    That and about five minutes of my time.
  13. Mute

    Mute Member

    Jan 17, 2003
    Behind occupied territories. CA.
    Why is this self-important, narcissistic, bliss-ninny, "I'm so artsy-fartsy" I must be special, "we are the world", braindead, ignorant, manic-depressive moron, actually paid to air her rambling glob of literary nonsense?

    Somebody shoot me now. I think I just lost 50 billion brain cells ready that tripe.
  14. clange

    clange Member

    Dec 27, 2002
    She needs to start drinking. Heavily.
  15. Gordon Fink

    Gordon Fink Member

    Apr 9, 2003
    Actually, that was her original problem.

    ~G. Fink
  16. jmbg29

    jmbg29 member

    Dec 24, 2002
    The Island Of Misfit Toys
    In the immortal words of the late, great, Frank Zappa...

    "Broken hearts are for A**HOLES!"

    God, I hate liberals!!!!!
  17. Monkeyleg

    Monkeyleg Member

    Dec 25, 2002
    Decatur, AL
    "I like the desert for short periods of time, from inside a car, with the
    windows rolled up, and the doors locked."

    Let's take that one step further and put her in a padded room with the doors locked.

    The only upside to that drivel is that it made me feel positively normal. :uhoh:
  18. Preacherman

    Preacherman Member

    Dec 20, 2002
    Louisiana, USA
    As for her priest friend, methinks I must track down that sorry excuse for a pastor and have long and meaningful discussions with him...

    :fire: :cuss: :banghead: :scrutiny: :mad:
  19. CZ-75

    CZ-75 member

    Jan 2, 2003
    Lengthen her stay a bit and turn off the A/C and I think that's a wonderful idea. :evil:
  20. Rangerover

    Rangerover Member

    Dec 24, 2002
    I read until I got to the second sentence where "it" said something about its soul hurting or whatever. I then knew it was time to spare myself and skip to the reviews.

    Good reviews. Thanks for keeping me from wasting my time.

    If your soul hurts, put a splint on it and drive on.
  21. Tamara

    Tamara Senior Member

    Dec 21, 2002
    Get down off the cross, darlin'; these kids over here need the wood to build a treehouse. :scrutiny:
  22. Ryder

    Ryder Member

    Dec 31, 2002
    Interesting bit of truth here. There is a scientific study which came to the conclusion that women who drink coffee are much less prone to suicide. It's a mood elevator. Another study indicates a strong correlation between suicide and genetics. Many depression prone people resist the temptation yet others are weak. It's claimed this weakness is inherited.

    Those whacky liberals, always self-medicating themselves. ;)
  23. general

    general Member

    Mar 23, 2003
    Safely tucked into the shadow of NORAD
    They've done it!
    Written the perfect anti-depression medication commercial.
    Either that or Jose Cuervo.
    Tag line:
    Nothin' a little salt and lime couldn't cure!
  24. DRC

    DRC Member

    Mar 10, 2003
    You know what's sad...?

    That people like this who live like this have experienced nothing yet speak or write as if they have. A better example of living in a dream state I cannot find. "I've never done it or even seen it but it's just awful and shouldn't be done by anyone."

    Oh well, as long as people like this remain in the minority we're safe. If they ever become the majority we're in a world of hurt.

    Take care folks and always look on the bright side of life.

  25. aikidoka-mks

    aikidoka-mks Member

    Dec 24, 2002
    Hammond, Indiana
    Wow, Clinton in office 2 terms, Hillary! in the senate, waco, ruby ridge, vast right wing conspiracy responsible for everything bad etc. etc. and I never felt the way this person does. Life sucks sometimes - deal with it. Sounds like she has a medical condition and needs to see a doctor. Then again I suppose we could debate which came first - the mental problems which led her to adopt extreme leftist views or the extreme leftist views led to mental problems. I hope she recovers.

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