It happened again. I awoke at 11:30 to the call to meds. After going out to the Smirket Room and filling several containers so I wouldn't have to do it again for a few days, I was wide awake.
Now wading in Cook-Lynn's vitriol over America's rascism toward Red skin; she does an admirable job of scathittude.
It makes for perfect bedtime reading...all hatred of hatred and calling out the stupidity (willful ignorance) of academe and The Establishment just as R.D.Laing, Jerry Rubin & Stokely Carmichael did back in our heyday. Ah, those were the good times...when we thought we might change things.
Mom would be scornful...wasting time over useless angst-driven whatever when I could be reading The Steadfást Tin Soldier, The Velveteen Rabbit, or The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf. All of which I read every 20 years or so...just to remind me what it is to be human.
Here's R.D. saYing it more succinctly...
From: The Wing of Madness by Daniel Burston
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