One has to wonder if 2011 is the Year of the Alien Space Bats?! :-P I call for the Butterfly Effect to be renamed the Tunisian Fruit Vendor effect.
With so many anniversaries crammed into this year, along with the great number of natural disasters and political events, the Gods must have been bored and decided that this year was the year to have fun.
Take into consideration, some of these anniversaries
100 years ago, the Xinhai Revolution was launched in China.
20 years ago, MJ and the Bulls won their first championship.
20 years ago as well, the USSR collapsed.
50 years, construction began on the Berlin Wall.
1300 years ago, the Ummayad Caliphate invaded the Iberian peninsula.
I could go on ;-) Is there something unique about years that end in "1"?
We have had floods, droughts and state-sized cyclones in Australia this year. Massive typhoons in SE Asia. An Earthquake in Japan and subsequent nuclear meltdown. The so-called Arab Spring across the Middle East. The Revolution in Libya. The anti-corruption protests in India sparked by Anna Hazare's own protests. This year just seems so intense, and there's still another 4 months to go. I'm both curious and a little worried as to what still might come.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Weeping for my "Mother"
I sometimes weep for my "Mother"
She never had a decent choice to take.
It was either the constantly-high, drunk, lazy abusive husband or the cunning manipulative rapist.
I guess the constantly-high, drunk, lazy abusive husband eventually fixed up his act and showed that he could change. However he had to be kicked out the door to do so. I don't think he would have changed much had he managed to stick around.
The rapist constantly convinces my "Mother" that he is good to her and that she needs him dearly. Despite what has been done her, she has been brainwashed to believe her rapist's words and indeed has been placed in a vicious cycle of pain with dependency.
I hope that one day, my "Mother" is truly emancipated and can truly experience freedom and happiness.
NOTE: I'm not talking about my real mother. ;-)
She never had a decent choice to take.
It was either the constantly-high, drunk, lazy abusive husband or the cunning manipulative rapist.
I guess the constantly-high, drunk, lazy abusive husband eventually fixed up his act and showed that he could change. However he had to be kicked out the door to do so. I don't think he would have changed much had he managed to stick around.
The rapist constantly convinces my "Mother" that he is good to her and that she needs him dearly. Despite what has been done her, she has been brainwashed to believe her rapist's words and indeed has been placed in a vicious cycle of pain with dependency.
I hope that one day, my "Mother" is truly emancipated and can truly experience freedom and happiness.
NOTE: I'm not talking about my real mother. ;-)
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