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My Inner Child
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Example of Outrages sent to Moi!
I suppose I just cannot escape the fact that I may be around for awhile. Now, don't hold me to that since I don't want to be held accountable for goods I cannot assure delivery on.
Dr. Muldoon wants to meet with me tomorrow. Whoa baby!! What could that be about?? Part of me cannot help fretting. The Miz Flounce Inner Child don't like being called in for an appointment that breaks routine. "Must be Bad!" But, my not always dominant Cerebral Cortex tells me that Dr. M is going away for a short while either for re-fueling or to stoke the fires of his prodigious mind with Greater Learning. Whichever edifying scenario is true I am certain he wants to just lay hands on me briefly in order to shove me gently toward my next chemo treatment.
But, back to being around for awhile. Part of me thought I might be off the hook in terms of the whole "voting thing". Seems that will not be the case. My kids just harp on me relentlessly about "being a good citizen", "get out there and vote", whatever. That the product of my loins would be such moral Nazi's!!! Jeff is especially relentless and annoying in this area. I get off the phone being browbeaten only to hear Murdoch's Fox TV Minions braying about the terrorists/USA!USA!/depraved gays/heart of darkness democrats/family values/welfare junkies, etc. You can feel the froth and spittle. Rational discourse at its finest!
King Lear and I are on the same page when he lamented, 'O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that'. Should I put a passle of rocks in my sackcloth and march right into the Lake? Just be done with it? Or, should I hold out a bit longer? I sense Elijah's chariot approaching, don't you?
What's a girl to do?
I think I shall follow my chemo guru's advice and just slap back half a bottle of those happy pills I now have to treat my cancer aches and pains washed down with 5 shots of chilled Stoli and sleep through the election. I will then swill down sufficient coffee, wake up a bit to try and discern how the children would want me to vote (the Foxy Friends on TV in the other room are not at all subtle, they tell you exactly what to say and think...over and over and over. It's called "news"). I will then chirpily proclaim whatever each person wants to hear to then return to the arms of narcosis! Same approach for you... Mark Twain once pointed out, "In religion and politics people's beliefs and convictions are in almost every case gotten at second-hand, and without examination." No need to even try and discuss it!
Why do they even want to run for office given the Twilight Zone zeitgeist we and the current Administration have created? Gazing through a glass darkly our American Life renders my mind more than boggled. Whomever gets the office of President will have a moral and financial legacy bestowed upon them by the current Executive so toxic they probably will be undone. A bit like being impregnated with plutonium.
Columbus Day has come and gone. Nothing much happened here except more brushes with Reality Bizarre. This whole Internet Thing is getting a bit too weird. As if television and Fox were not enough. I have had my first anonymous email forwarded to me filled with innuendo/character assassination/factual distortions-lies and overt manipulation. Jeff kindly quantified and clarified its bountiful supply of defects for me.
One woman he passed his observations on to fired back that he is obviously a fetal child killer, worshiped Satan and tax increases, lusted after Michelle Obama and her children and should be removed from the medical profession, etc. A neighbor at her most gracious. She informed Jeff he will be summarily brought (in effigy we hope) before her Prayer Group and would have their attentions directed at his soul.
I think I may go to the Prayer Group and give a short lecture on the Jungian concept of the "shadow". http://www.shadowdance.com/shadow/theshadow.html The white picket fences of ladies love would then be closed to me for all time, no doubt!!
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.— Dr. Carl G. Jung
I may eventually have to bail on the torture of trying to deal with mouse and keyboard if these are some of the Entities I have brush against me. Even in digital, disembodied form I would rather not be reminded so many folks like this exist. I had to take a very hot, very long shower to clean off the stain of contact even though I know she has her self-annointed Christ Seal of Approval identifying her as Wholesome.
Whoops! I think my Shadow is showing!!!
Now that I think about it I'd best make "thank you, Lord Jesus" a regular part of my conversation rounds about here lest I be spiritually molested by one of god's Vestals**.
More pleasant gifts do arrive when and if I can figure out how to access my computer (virtually never even after all this time). Another friend sent me a fun suggestion for Columbus Day. The indelicate Maxine Cartoon you see displayed above was the point of inspiration. Paul was to festoon himself in Chrissy Columbus pantaloons and cutlass. I was to dress myself in leather hot pants, moccasins, invisible bodice and heft a psychedelically red fire extinguisher. Together we were advised to promenade up and down the boulevard as I bestow salacious glances on my quivering rod.
I ask you...would you give such suggestions to fragile oldsters? My shock sent me to the Realm of Nearly Beyond Recall. I suspect I am giving vibes that do not fully reveal my profound dignitas, gravitas. Trust me...your Judy is the soul of rectitude!!
Nonetheless, Paul and I dutifully (and artfully) bedecked ourselves only to see that our neighbor, Doak, was already strutting about with his newest girlfriend in like kind!!!
Trembling with Outrage,
MizFlounce (via Jeff)
"Dealt With" in Tongues at a Local Prayer Meeting
Quote of the Day: As above, so below, as within, so without, so that the miracle of the One can be established.” Alchemist's Prayer
**"vestal" is sometimes used to describe someone who maintains an archaic tradition.
Wonderland Lost
Wonderland Regained!! 
