Another Attempt At Clarity; ADHD Blurs Thoguths

 

So. My life has somehow gotten messy. What I mean to say is my life has become messier than than its normal pig sty-ishness. Maybe that would be pig sty-lishness. If my life were a teenager’s bedroom, you’d be willing to burn the entire house down to clean it.

I know that most of the mess is mine, created and originated by me. When you carry the burden of the ADHD, you can complicate your own life worse than a 64-color Rubik’s Cube. Add to that the nasty weather, my hunt for Cat October, finishing my book to get it printed, my Gram, Texas Governor Rick “Can’t We Just Put All The Crazy And Cripple Folks In Jail?” Perry, my psycho therapy sessions (and assignments), and keeping up with all of my bloggie buddies… when you add all of that together, the sum total is a totally fucked Moonerworld.

I’ve got dozens of topics I want to discuss here but I never seem to get to them. Why, you ask? Because something happens that requires my immediate attentions, and I forget whatever it was that I meant to say. Take, for example, that I have received two blogggie awards in the last week and I haven’t had minute one to brag and gloat. No time to say, “Nanny-nanny-neer-neer!” to my many detractors.

What happens is a dealie just like today. I’m feeling like I’m catching up just a little bit, so in my regular therapy session early this am, I’m telling Dr. Sam I. Am-Johnson how maybe I might be feeling a little better about myself.

After I tell Sammie how good things seem to be going, she says to me, “It’s easy for you to feel better in your pretend world Mooner. It amazes me how you can go on your merry way when Rick Perry is gutting the public health system in Texas.”

Huh?

“Huh? Why are you shitting on my parade this morning?” I asked her.

“Oh, Mooner, honey I’m sorry. They just leaked that the next round of budget cuts will come from our services for the blind and the deaf. I’m just distraught that the little bastard is cutting the heart out of our already sick health care system. I don’t mean to take it out on you. I just wish I could do something.”

Like I said yesterday, my therapy has been buzz kill central.

Squirt was waiting in reception while I had my morning session. I brought my most recent Card Player magazine for her to read. I checked-out and we walked to the car. We’re in Gram’s Ferrari today because I picked it up from the body shop and wanted to take it for a test drive. I decided to drive it to the animal shelter so Squirt and I can look some more for a cat to pick us. Maybe we could influence a cat buddy with a fancy car.

I told Squirt about how Sam was down about the method that asshole Rick Perry is using to balance the state budget. She got quiet and had a thoughtful look on her face. I drove most of the way to the shelter with the only sounds in the car coming from it’s 550-horse power V-12 engine. Normally I’m happy with just the shrieks and growls of the magnificent Italian machine, but with my ADHD on total fritz mode, I desired more companionship.

Squirt must have sensed my mood. When I stopped at the light at Lamar and Sixth Street, She moved over to sit in my lap and looked up into my eyes. “J’ ai une idee, Bwana Mooner. Scrivere un blog oor die probleem.”

“Good idea, miss Squirt, I’ll write something on my blog for Dr. Sam I. Am’s benefit.” I told her. “Was that last bit in Afrikaners?”

She smiled at me in answer to my question.

Anyway, I can’t figure what it is that I can say that will do any good, change any minds about supporting public health care programs. Smart people, like Squatlo, have made enough clearly-organized arguments to convince any caring American to do more, be more, for those less fortunate. What can I say that might make a difference?

Likely nothing.

But something did strike me as interesting when I debated with myself over what I might say. Here’s what I thought. Squatlo is an affirmed atheist. Me, I sometimes look at my personal experiences with religion and wish I was an atheist. I can’t abide what some people do in God’s name.

I just don’t find the logic. Same as Squatlo can’t find the logic to define a God, I can’t find the logic to not at least feel a hint of the existence of a God. When I boil down all of the bullshit relating to the origins of life, I always get to this point of, “What existed before anything existed?”

For my lesser-fueled brain cells, I can only satisfy that question with, “Well, it must be God.”

That answer is a cop-out, and I gladly admit it. I’m just not smart enough to think the matter any deeper than that.

But here is where all that contemplation got me. Do you realize that my buddy Squatlo, a dyed-in-the-wool atheist, has more compassion in his heart for for the less-well-off among us than do most of the right-wing religious zealots who are making our laws?

What’s wrong with that? Why don’t our “love-thy-brother-because-GOD-told-me-so” Christian legislators and governors love our less fortunates at least equally with my “it’s-all-happenstance” buddy, Squatlo?

Why, indeed. I think it’s because the moral Christian right are hypocrites of the first degree. I think all of this new-found religiousness is nothing more than a greed-and-power-fed ravaging of America. I don’t think many of those fuckballs really believe half of what they preach. They do believe it gets votes. I don’t want to think that Rick Perry is the evil, heartless ignorant little bastard that he portrays.

OK, wait a minute Mooner. That is exactly what Rick Perry is. Rick Perry is a prick. My bad.

Said another way, maybe we need more atheist legislators in our governing bodies.

VOTE SQUATLO FOR GOVERNOR!

DRINK CARTA BLANCA BEER!!

FUCK RICK PERRY!!!

Manana, y’all.

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6 Responses to “Another Attempt At Clarity; ADHD Blurs Thoguths”

  1. Squatlo says:

    Okay, first things first… you can’t elect me your governor because I don’t (never have, never would) live in TeHass. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve got laws on the books that forbid the election of anyone who doesn’t proclaim a belief in a diety. Got one of those up here in Volunteer land, sure do. Gotta believe in God. Or a god. Or the gods. Or else you can’t be elected. It’s an old law, been on the books since they were burning witches at the stake up in Salem, but unless they’ve erased it under cover of darkness to avoid the press coverage, it’s still there. No atheists shall hold public office in the Great State of Tennessee. Pretty sure Texas has a similar law. If not, Louie Gohmert or whatever his fucking name is will see to it that one just like it gets passed before the sun goes down on the state house in Austin.

    Secondly, it’s not that all politicians are selfish pricks who care not for the least among us. It’s not that they want to ignore the ‘pale and downtrodden’ David Gilmour of Pink Floyd wrote about in “The Turning Away”. It’s just that the weak and the weary don’t have much of a paid lobby. The “meek” are sort of counting on that inheritance they’ve always heard about, so they don’t pony up for the Chamber of Commerce/NRA PACs to keep their issues in the limelight. Basically they sit back and hope we’ll stop stomping on their faces if they just bleed sufficiently the first time. A poorly thought out tactic, obviously.

    Thirdly, if I thought there was a God out there who could fix all the world’s problems and injustices with the blink of an eye and WON’T because it’s not his shit to fix, I’d have to rethink my faith. “It’s all God’s Plan” doesn’t work for me when I see people starving on one side of an arbitrary border, while we toss back Carta Blancas on the other side and shoot at anyone who crawls under the fence or wades across the river.

    Besides, I’d make a lousy governor. I’d open up the governor’s mansion to the homeless, make my political donors pony up to feed them filet every night during my term in office, and insist that churches pay taxes on their property and holdings within my state’s borders (this would be in an effort to either raise funds for needed services OR to chase off churches to free up some great commercial property for investors… a win/win situation if there ever was one).

    See? Never fly here in the Buckle of Jesus’s Bible Belt. I’d be assassinated on day one by a guy carrying a cross wrapped in a flag that was made in China…

    I’ll agree with the Fuck Rick Perry thought, though. What’s up with Texas and their governors??? I mean, why can’t you elect more Ann Richards types? She had a bigger dick and more balls that Perry anyhow…

  2. admin says:

    Squat. Let me say this about that. First, I didn’t think all the way through to the part of them shooting you. We’ll provide protection. I wasn’t nominating you for here, but was rather looking at changing some governorships accross the fruited plains.

    Second, as usual, you manage to add lucidity to my remarks. Thanks.

    Third, why hasn’t anyone challanged that “beliefs” bullshit there to TN?

  3. Squatlo says:

    Mooner: it’s not just here in Tennessee, my man… here’s something I googled up just for you:
    Tennessee
    Unable to hold public office in Tennessee
    The Tennessee Constitution, Article IX, Section 2 No person who denies the being of God, or a future state of rewards and punishments, shall hold any office in the civil department of this state.[10]
    Texas
    Unable to hold public office in Texas
    The Texas Constitution, Article I, Section 4: No religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office, or public trust, in this State; nor shall any one be excluded from holding office on account of his religious sentiments, provided he acknowledge the existence of a Supreme Being.[11]

    There you go… gotta believe or get the fuck off the ballot, man.

  4. admin says:

    Fuck me running. You could cross your fingers when you take your oath.

  5. I will gladly offer my services and offer to be the goddess that you all believe in so that you can run for public office. I will serve beer (instead of wine) at my religious services (and yes, even Carta Blanca for Mooner). And instead of the nasty little \hosts\ or stale bread for communion, the whole service will be smattered with finger food – you can eat THE WHOLE TIME! And muzak? Nope. MUSIC – hell yeah! See what I do for my bros?!

    P.S. MOONER! For fuckety fucks sake , what is the deal with these captchas? Where the hell am I supposed to find the fucking umlaut to put over the o?! REALLY?????

  6. admin says:

    Reck. Thanks for the offers. Squatlo is a tough sell, but I think we’re gaining momentum.

    On my Captcha dealies, try clicking for new ones. I had to do this system to keep the fuckballs from crashing my site. We’re looking for something better.

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