I had no idea about your daughter. I'm so sorry to heat about that. I wish her a speedy recovery.
I also had no idea about Chris Locke being your blogfather. I, too, only knew him from Facebook, but I loved his writing. His insights into the "Mystic Bourgeoisie" were truly remarkable, and often hilarious. He was a brilliant, tortured soul, with the kind of wisdom we need more, not less, of.
And Eric Boehlert. Sigh. Too many important voices being silenced, forever. That's the only real cancel culture, right there: when the Great Whatever decides that your time is up. Writers, at least, leave behind their words, while our loved ones leave only our memories of them.
I lost a sister to cancer last year, almost lost a brother. I've drifted away from both of them in recent years, due to the fact that they bothe joined the MAGA cults. My sister was fully into the pseudo-Christian, right-wing woo-woo part of alternative medicine, with all the Fauci-hating and grifter-loving (Dr. Joseph Mercola, an insufferable and dangerous quack who promotes "natural health" remedies and cures that are pure bullshit, was a particular favorite of hers) that entails, and at one point I had to tell her to stop emailing me, because all she did was push conspiracy theories and quack medicine on me. And now she's gone, and I am full of regret for not having spent more time with her, or even speaking to her on the phone (something I fail at with everyone I know, it seems).
My brother, at least, is on the mend, but still refuses to stop believing in the lies that make him feel better about things.
Ah, well, nevertheless, as Duncan Black is fond of saying. Sorry for making this about me. I promise to pick up the phone soon.
Kevin, as always great writing, but SO much to digest and process. Your sad and dire post of feeling stranded did ring home with me. Don't Give Up! The world IS so messed up, but we need to find our way to live with this and do our best to make it better, no matter who's small our efforts and actions may seem. Am still finding my way after my daughter's passing. Pure Hell, but somehow I shall rise.
I had no idea about your daughter. I'm so sorry to heat about that. I wish her a speedy recovery.
I also had no idea about Chris Locke being your blogfather. I, too, only knew him from Facebook, but I loved his writing. His insights into the "Mystic Bourgeoisie" were truly remarkable, and often hilarious. He was a brilliant, tortured soul, with the kind of wisdom we need more, not less, of.
And Eric Boehlert. Sigh. Too many important voices being silenced, forever. That's the only real cancel culture, right there: when the Great Whatever decides that your time is up. Writers, at least, leave behind their words, while our loved ones leave only our memories of them.
I lost a sister to cancer last year, almost lost a brother. I've drifted away from both of them in recent years, due to the fact that they bothe joined the MAGA cults. My sister was fully into the pseudo-Christian, right-wing woo-woo part of alternative medicine, with all the Fauci-hating and grifter-loving (Dr. Joseph Mercola, an insufferable and dangerous quack who promotes "natural health" remedies and cures that are pure bullshit, was a particular favorite of hers) that entails, and at one point I had to tell her to stop emailing me, because all she did was push conspiracy theories and quack medicine on me. And now she's gone, and I am full of regret for not having spent more time with her, or even speaking to her on the phone (something I fail at with everyone I know, it seems).
My brother, at least, is on the mend, but still refuses to stop believing in the lies that make him feel better about things.
Ah, well, nevertheless, as Duncan Black is fond of saying. Sorry for making this about me. I promise to pick up the phone soon.
Kevin, as always great writing, but SO much to digest and process. Your sad and dire post of feeling stranded did ring home with me. Don't Give Up! The world IS so messed up, but we need to find our way to live with this and do our best to make it better, no matter who's small our efforts and actions may seem. Am still finding my way after my daughter's passing. Pure Hell, but somehow I shall rise.
Let it Be...and breathe.