Dad

You know, my dad who passed away last year was a CIA man, and it really makes me sick to see them take the fall for this utterly incompetent, bullying, dishonest, dictatorial administration's inexcusable lies and fuckups.

That is all.

(no subject)

Ahhgg. Enough unpleasantness already. I have to start focusing on what I want instead of what I don't want. To this end, a poem by e. e. cummings:

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

-- e. e. cummings