Awareness

I am aware of the fact that I don't post like I used to. When I lived up north seemed like I had more to work with. I've been in survival mode, working to make ends meet. My creativity has been missing me and the reminders were polite at first, but now, it is quite insistent I pay it attention. La Paper Bag popped up out of no where. Old characters want to come out of the closet and dance around the living room. I want to let them.
I think I pissed off my mom, I was a little harsh. It happened when she sent me a forwarded email with some conservative no nothing bullshit which stereotyped democrats or any person I guess that issues with how Guantanamo Bay is run, as hippie wacka-dos. It was completely flippant about the use of torture in a way that made me lose my shit.
Now since losing my shit I had a very interesting conversation about what "water boarding (where they make you feel like you are going to drown), and from what I understand, it is very uncomfortable, but not scarring like hooking up someone's testicles to an electric current. So, there you go, mom, I guess what they do there is not so bad. No physical torture, just mental. That's humane, right?
The viral trash completely disregarded hundreds of journalists and lawyers accounts and input with a Neanderthal attitude of "Bad man, bad. Hurt bad man."

Now, she knows that I don't like receiving the conservative housewife viral bullshit, but as a good friend pointed out that I should be grateful I do get them, so I can see what is going on in their minds to help understand them better.

How noble. One side of me wanted to be gagged with a spoon, the other half recognized the truth.