Tea With Me: 10th June, 2022 Friday
So, lets see if I can grab Dream Kite at all this morning…vague awareness of trails but none has drifted low enough for me to grab them.
My Ordinateur is limping along. I cannot ask her to do too much at once so she and I are on the same page. Opening too many windows sends her scurrying to the “I am restarting” place and a notice that she is choosing to send rat me out for demanding too much of her card to the Apple Wizard behind the tech cloud curtain. But she boots back up and has let me know her boundaries.
And I have a new one coming…in Bright Yellow.
I may be sorry.
So I have not mentioned I was visited by an old old friend who stayed for 4 days. I learned my lesson about hosting the fast arrived from sea level to our lofty height of 7k ft. She spent the first day visited by all the gremlins in the package of Altitude Sickness…No friggin Joke, my friends. Especially as we get older. I have been there myself, thought I would die. Massive Hydration and NO ALCOHOL for a few days is the most important thing.
This old friend as she emerged from bed day 2 brought with her an obsession withe the Depp Heard Trial which happened thank the Gods to be in the last few days of its ooze of every possible ugly thing they could conjure up to reveal or make up about eachother. Make no mistake, they are both addicts and damaged in ways I thank the Gods I and those I love are not. But I recognise them. I think we all do whether we admit it or not.
I had a visceral reaction to her. I had never seen her films and I know why. Something in her I find repulsive. I did watch “The Rum Diary”. And I got the 2 dimensional sex kitten she projected but true natural alluring beauty goes much deeper than that for me. I am straight but whatever the projected sex of a human is, I know when I am seeing deep Beauty. She does not have it.
In fact, I thought, “Really Johnny, you got schnookered by that?” But his hook about her goes back to his Mama and Papa. His description of their time was eloquent, simple and brutally clear. Johnny, after all his deliveries of riveting characters, is just another one of us playing out the traumas of his childhood hoping for a different outcome. I have come to understand about all of us that we are all fucked up in one way or another. The degree to which we can manage to keep the lights on or not determines how we are socially valued.
Johnny has a lot of social value. Amber not so much. I do believe she is an out of control Lady. And has not come to a place in Life or a Wall big enough for her to understand she cannot cheat her way past a certain point. He reacted to her badly, I am sure of that. But he perhaps will be the First of many men who find themselves a platform for belief when they say, “I was hurt by a woman or a man.”
MeToo is a truly essentially step in our societal evolution. Its initial wave seems to have flushed truly predatory monsters in prominent positions, Epstein, Weinstein, Cosby and now Andrew of the House of Windsor.
MeToo needs to evolve and to include the victims on the other side. The stats for men who are abused are far more than the stats of reports of those abuses. Because they are shamed in different ways, deep ways, and then are not believed because how could they let that happen and stay so long and they must have done something…sound familiar.
But there are some who have reached for MeToo’s seemingly impervious Cloak who are using it for some other agenda. I think Dear Amber donning of MeToo’s Cloak in that OpEd thinkin her fading never bright star might brighten and she could exact revenge on Johnny for not leading her to his level of excessive Fame was a gamble she should not have taken.
I do believe Al Franken also was a target of those that opportuned the MeToo Cloak for other than Metoo intended purposes. His accusers, those Buxom Blonds, are MAGA girls and one was a Beauty contest Winner—hmmm who has deep connections to the Beauty Contest World? And Dear Al was THE DEMOCRAT who if he’d chosen to run against that Beauty Contest Addict Orange Gibbon might have conjured up the Landslide squelching Vlad P’s Long Game Puppet in the mud.
So we have FINALLY the JAN 6th Hearings. And Foxland will not broadcast, and in fact, Carlson aired his parallel hour with no commercial breaks so his spellbound peeps had not the moments to wander into REALITY.
Next time is Tuesday I think.
January 6th, 2021 was the most frightened I have ever been in my life. So much of last night’s footage was not new to me as I had watched it all that horrible day. I had turned on CNN at 11:30am to see the Certification of the man who was to END the Horror of the previous four years. And all of a sudden the broadcasters switched the view to storming rivers of crazy people and there was a hangman’s noose on the Capital steps.
Dear Mike Pence, may we not create a special medal just for you for holding America in your Heart that day. I do not give a Damn if you and yours would burn me at the stake, you are a True Blue.
My parents brought my younger brother and I to DC when we were 8 and 6. I remember sitting in the Capital. It seemed to be a Holy Place.
What rage we have. What divides we have let grow between us. What judgements we hurl at eachother. What evil we project upon eachother. How we turn away when others fall and condemn them for their inability to hurtle all the obstacles we throw to keep them down.
Rant done.
For now.
Fences are happening magically done by Nacho, Mariano, and Dear Ron of Lynch Fencing here in Santa Fe. I am picky and they are patient and can figure out what I need before I know it. Ron has dubbed Tim “Superman” which he is and I have dubbed me “Stubborn”. That makes us “SS”? Oh Dear.
The Lady House reminds me as the Sun moves across her and lights her specials, to stop and sight the Magic.
And The Musketeer, Latter Day Dude, channels his inner Bear while posturing his belly on the cool concrete floor.
Tea is Jasmined Green.
Ta.
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