Class: I decided it's TIME to check-in. I have Three Thanksgiving Dreams to share with you.
I'm still rocking it, and every now and then I peek-in on you. Yes, I EVEN read your posts. Not everyday--but every now and then when I need a good laugh. You're good, so good. You make me proud!
Feeling less abandoned? There...there! I'll always return to you, my naughty students.
Since the holiday of gratitude is nearly here, it feels appropriate to show up and post.
However, my desire is to whine and complain.
Seriously--don't you want to bitch a little too? Must we follow protocol and eat turkey & dressing with cranberry sauce and be such Good Little Bloggers?
Nah! Not us! Not my followers and readers! We're a bit different, eh?!
If you're like me, you've either got family or extended family/friends going through some hard times right now. Or maybe you're experiencing your own challenges?
If you're like me, you might feel like kicking a little a**.
If you're like me, you want the crazy to go away--for good! Or at least for 1,000 years.
If you're like me, you wanna order "snickers with hot fudge gravy". Just for the hell of it.
Amongst many subjects which are troubling/irritating/surreal/disgusting/bizarre/infuriating:
TSA...banks...money...cholera...bullies...foreclosures...poverty...famine...wars ...and last but not least, Dancing With The Stars! I mean...seriously!!!! WTF!
Thanksgiving is *supposed* to be a time for counting our blessings and feeling gratitude, right?
Yes, I feel grateful as I'm healthy, fabulous, gorgeous, sexy, rich, generous, kind, loving, blah blah blah. No, I don't feel grateful for the misfortunes of others and the state of the world. Since we're all ultimately connected as the Internets have so clearly confirmed, how can I be happy when there's so many desperate, disowned and discouraged people?!
What can bloggers do besides sign online petitions, vent, disclose, donate and whistleblow?
If we bloggers are indeed the agents of change we imagine ourselves to be, isn't there something more we can do? Let me know your thoughts in the comments.
Oh yeh, I forget. Most of my readers don't comment. Instead, my devoted students email me because they don't want their names to show up on my blog. *Fear* Heh heh. I get it.
Back to the topic at hand...
My Thanksgiving Dream is for everyone to have their own Oprah Santa.
My Thanksgiving Dream is for all to be free, be fed, be loved, & be fully, outrageously ALIVE!
My Thanksgiving Dream is for celebrations to spread across the lands as we Break On Through To The Other Side and Remember Who We Truly Are.
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