After my German lessons this morning, I met B and our friends D, his sister N, and their parents for lunch at one of our local restaurants. We sat outside under an arbor covered with grape vines, and nice purple grapes; the proprietress explained that the grapes would be harvested in late September and made into wine...
A pleasant lunch and then we walked back to our place for ice cream and coffee. Good conversations, and it eventually came around to the US and the madness thereof----the crazy political candidates we have, the failure of the people to realize how shitty they have it (and their willingness to continue enduring this shitty existence), the money spent on two bullshit wars spanning ten years, the lack of universal health care in the US....
...and I realized I just don't give a shit about the place any more, and I haven't in years. Fuck it.
I don't wish harm on anyone, and I don't hope for bad things. I. Just. Don't. Care.
So, crumble to dust, or rise again and be "Number 1." It's all the same to me. I'm tired of watching your drunken antics, America. Live or die, come or go, good or bad----I don't give a shit.
Bukowski wrote: "Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." I tend to agree.
So I've scratched "the fate of America" off my list of things to think about.
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Ditto.
Soartstar
Hey - how about the rest of us that don't have the same options you do?
:)
Seriously, I figure it's gotta get worse before it gets better - sort of like Germany prior to WWII. (And yes, I DO think some of the candidates sound historically eerily familiar.)
I guess I'll stick it out. To be honest, Europe isn't looking all that economically great lately either. Hopefully they will all get their shit together soon.
Hey, Paisan:
You always have the option to decide how you're going to think about things.
I don't think Europe, or anywhere else, is immune from heartache or trouble. If the US goes down, it'll take a lot of other places with it.
I've just decided (using the option available to me, ie, a changeable mind) to stop giving a shit about it.
Still doesn't mean we can't have egglant Parmesian at my house, tough guy! And some good red vino (which you'll supply, of course!)
Make it veal (I love baby cows!) and you got a deal!
:)
When are you immigrating officially?
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