"I Stood In LIne And Was Turned Away"

I've seen quite a few posts and stories about Robert Manwill lately. One of them said that they "stood in line for over 45 minutes and I was turned away..."

Hmmmmm...

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My cousin's daughter was part of one of these searches 16 years ago. Remember Stephanie Crane from Challis? Do you think I even bothered with a line for that one? I still look for her, but she's never been found, even yet...

I'm not trying to be a downer but the current case seems to be more of a media event. Almost like Jon Benet. I honestly feel for the parents but I think the media is riding this one without a real feel for what is involved. They are building support, but is it effective? Or is it "Well, I stood in line, I TRIED TO HELP!"

Bull Shit! If you are really trying to help, and not just trying to be seen as socially conscious, the lines won't make a difference. You'll find a way to offer true help if it really means something to you.

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I could go on and on but I hope the point is made. Don't be a social karma fake. Either believe it and do it or get the fuck out of the way. There are people who do honestly care. If all you want is to be seen doing the right thing, make room for someone who is actually willing to do something about it, besides the minor inconvenience of wasting 45 minutes in line out of the rest of your life.

Oz Never Gave Nothing To The Tin Man

“That he didn’t, didn’t already have.
And cause never was the reason for the evening, nor the topic of Sir Galahad…”

My apologies to America (the band, not the country) but I’ve been a bit conflicted on this date.

I’ve reached one of those milestones today: the Big Five-Oh. Not like “Hawaii” but rather “Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday to me! ©The Beatles.” The half century mark. Does that make my life-glass half empty? Or is it half full? Hmmm…

I guess this picture and quote kind of sum up what I’m feeling. Am I satisfied with what life has brought me so far? Well, I have very few regrets. Have my dreams been met yet? Ummm, a lot, but not all. Do I have new dreams to yet fulfill? Of course!

But Oz never gave me nothing. Nothing that I didn’t already have. I’ve made do with what I found, it’s always been up to me do something with what’s there in front of me. Any failure to reach heights has been up to me. But then, just what do those heights really mean? And are the peaks any more important than the valleys? There has to be a neutral point in there somewhere and I’m still trying to find it. But frankly, if everything was copacetic, would it be any fun? How can you measure laughing if you’ve never cried? And vice versa? I’ve been both Galahad and Mordred. Hell, I’ve also been Merlin and Morgan Le Fey too.

Gawd, if you can’t get maudlin in your blog, where can you?