Giving Thanks in a Thankless World

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I have a lot to be thankful for. I also have a lot of shit to not be thankful for, crap that I’m pissed off about, people that I could do without, things that I wished never happened.

Naw, I’m not going to name and list it all out. Too much time and aggravation.

But I want to touch on something that disturbs me greatly. I have a friend whose wife has the monster C and is in the middle of chemo. Kevin would have been eligible to retire this January. Would have been!

Kevin called me Tuesday to tell me that he had been fired, fired with the option to resign.

Now, I don’t know the details and frankly, I don’t care what the details are.

I know the people involved.images

I find it ironic that I get a robo call from District 47, our Superintendents nasal whiny voice yapping about the blessings of Thanksgiving, interrupting my feast.

Ironic in that how he has treated my friend Kevin is absent of everything Thanksgiving is about. The giving of thanks for those things you do have, and in this case, an employee who gave his entire life to an employer, only to be screwed at the last minute.

Unfortunately, this behavior doesn’t surprise me. Doesn’t surprise a lot of people in our small community, and that’s telling. And disturbing. And Thankless.

Do the right thing, offer him his retirement.

Dazed, Confused & Screwed


imagesI’ve been quiet. I just haven’t felt like writing. It happens every now and then. Almost always happens about this time of year so it might have something to do with the turning of seasons, the coming of holidays or just outright fatigue. There’s also truth that I’ve been concentrating on my YTC. Usually when I’m not writing, I am thinking, usually too much. When I think too much I get confused.

Like when I think about the world we’re existing in at the moment. I used the word existing on purpose, because I’m not so sure anyone is actually living a decent, honorable life these days. In fact, I’m of the opinion that our species might not even be capable of such a thing. Oh, I know we like to think we are, we like to acknowledge the honorable goodness that’s out there, the stories that make us feel better and are designed to give us hope.

The thing is, all those feel good stories are splotches on a canvas of hate, intolerance, injustice, and outright evil.

None of this speaks to the fact that there exists good, generous people, and I firmly believe there are many more good generous people, but more to the fact that evil is louder, more commanding of our attention. Evil certainly sells newspapers, gathers up your attention on the tube or spews it’s self across the digital spectrum.

So does stupidity!

If an alien species exists, what they are hearing from us is our intolerance, our hate, murder, and mayhem that runs rampart across and around our globe. The good shit is blotted out! Someone on the outside looking in, can’t see anything else but our stupidity because they are looking at us as a whole, and I’m hoping that if we do have intelligent neighbors somewhere in space, they are compassionate enough to have a hole in one of their three green hearts.

A hole just like mine.

Because we simply might be screwed if we can’t figure out who we are as a species. That’s becoming clearer.