I was going to post about how I didn’t have anything to post – I’ve been trying to write my scintillating tale of Lust for KAY but I’m not in a writing mood.
So I was going to come here just to say I’m back in a photo only (just barely) mood and my words fail me.
I woke up this morning to the sound of saws and loud men. Wow! Must be a party!! No – it is a tree killing spree going on next door. I am so sick of these neighbors. I have tried getting along. All last summer I smiled and said things like – “A new gate would look so pretty against the white fence.” When what I really wanted to say was “Your baby keeps running into the street you incompetent pieces of crap.” Or. “I am so sick of worrying about whether or not your little dog is under my tires as I pull into my driveway.”
Finally they got the gate. Of course they’re so busy texting while scratching their asses that they often forget to latch it properly but really – what can I expect from under developed craniums. Twittering twits – they could work in Congress.
I tried telling myself they’re just a bit overwhelmed. After all it’s not easy having a toddler and a dog. Surely they would settle in and things would be more stable and peaceful again.
So – what do they do? They get another dog. A puppy that will grow, is growing, into a giant dog. And guess what? The giant puppy doesn’t get along with the little old dog. And guess what? The giant puppy needs attention. Shocking. Don’t babies and puppies and old dogs just care for themselves? How “socialist” of these creatures to expect any care and respect from the people who created their circumstances. I’m thinking that in addition to being low class assholes these neighbors are Republicans. Make a mess, have that mess affect everyone around you and then stand there stubbornly and refuse to fix it. Get all dressed up in tuxedos and have galas where you mock the people who are doing more in 6 weeks than you did in 8 years. And don’t forget to worship your new fat pill popping junkie god. What a rush!
Oh back to the tree killers …
Winter is a wonderful buffer time – I didn’t see them much and that made my urge to punch them in the face lessen.
Until this morning… First of all – I had finally fallen asleep. I’ve been sleeping in two or three hour bits these days. And I’ve been sleeping on the sofa - pushing my hips into the sofa back while elevating my swollen leg helps. Thanks to my torn tendons and twisted knee joints my balance and gait are so off center that my back is in an endless state of spasm. I really should do my physical therapy and I really should take some pain killers and I really should go back to therapy – all this chronic pain causes psychological issues. What is it with people who won’t take care of themselves until they wind up in an ER? How irresponsible of them to not practice preventative care.
Oh wait – I don’t have my health insurance any more. Silly me. Expecting affordable health care. After all I just worked all my fucking life and paid all my taxes. I ran a small business and insured my workers. I bought a house I could afford, a house much cheaper than the one the bank told me I could have. I drive a ’95 heap of bolts and haven’t taken a vacation in years. How “socialist” of me. I should have just stolen from friends, neighbors and charities – then I could live in a penthouse and expect to keep my 62 million, after all it’s MINE. Me precious, Me precious – fucking Gollums of Wall Street.
But I digress …
The trees. The sweet wonderful beautiful trees. Living creatures that expect nothing more than some rain and an occasional trim. And for that they give clean air and cool breezes. They shade your baby and dogs. You miserable selfish pieces of low class crap. You came here from a concrete pile of crap claiming you wanted a quieter prettier place to live. And then you create a concrete pile of crap. I hope your lawn burns and that the sun beats down onto your miserable piece of the broken American dream until your AC runs so long and hard that it levitates and lands on your giant empty heads, causing your dull lifeless eyes to pop out of their sockets.
Don’t worry. If your dogs and baby are left fending for themselves I’ll step in. After all I have far more than they do and I can afford to lend a hand ...
I’m not a Republican.