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PG got an email from a former co worker. He is now known as KnowNothing. PG sent the following reply:
hey are you still in town?…as you may know, the company decided they did not have a job for me. I am enjoying the time, and trying to find something else to do. The department of labor had a listing for a wig maker, but it was filled by the time I saw it…I am doing nanowrimo…the national novel writing month. I am 37000 words into the confessions of gnarlene widget, it is an unreadable mess…. .
KnowNothing:Ya, I’m still around, they didn’t need me either. I too am enjoying the time off. I will put in a good word for you with zzz if you like. I start there on the 1st…would love to see the draft
Notice of censorship….PG may be applying for a job with one of these companies. KnowNothing already has. It is best not to rock the boat on a disco cruise.
PG:I sent * Miss Jones* an email, and never heard back…I may have to check that xxx thing. If i could go on marta that would be excellent…as for the novel….I am putting excerpts up on the blog. My role model is “trout fishing in america” which was likewise plot challenged… the novel is like a blog post on steroids. I put anything and everything in it. editing is for december… Or i may get a real job
KnowNothing:Once I get my feet wet, I’ll let you know about zzz… What was the Trout Fishing Guys name? I forget…Are you on Facebook?
PG :i have a facebook page i think, but i have never put much effort into it…the trout fishing man is richard brautigan. he was sort of a sad case, great writer who had a problem with real life. he was an alcoholic with mental problems who owned a gun. in 1984 these three things added up and he became a casualty… on a related subject, on my old blogspot blog, my slogan was “when the going gets wierd the weird turn pro” which of course is courtesy of dr thompson. I got a comment one day, from someone with the same name as someone who grew up down the street from me. The comment said i had misspelled weird. what do you expect when you quote hunter s thompson about weird?…i took a walk yesterday, and wound up walking past a long long freight train until i came out in brookhaven by the marta station. It occurred to me that I was really having a very good time, and it was going to be a shame to get a job and spoil it all.
PG hadn’t seen the man who corrected him on the spelling of weird in over thirty five years. He was a year ahead of PG in school, and told PG a lot of horror stories about eighth grade at Cross Keys. It seems the eighth grade boys gym teacher was a psycho. He was still there when PG got to the eighth grade. But PG lived, and got to go to ninth grade as his reward.
KnowNothing:Brautigan, thats it, ya I head read that…Funny you should mention HST, I am about to watch his documentary now…Also, I am re-reading my old Vonnegut books. Have one called Wampeters, Fama, and Granfallons which is a collections of essays he did. One was a review of HST’s Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail written (as the review) in 1972. Vonnegut talked on end about how he worried about HST’s mental health and how he would eventually die from his lust for an ideal american politico scene. Vonnegut turned out absolutely right. Only 34 years later. I wish the good doctor could have hung around one more term…Check it out, eerily true
PG:would you have a problem with me using these emails in my novel?..I would eliminate references to zzz and xxx.that seems like common sense…i also use fake names for everyone. I am still thinking of a handle for you. If you have any suggestions that would be cool… as for wampeters etc, i bought a boxed set of vonnegut stuff at a flea market once. wampeters was in it, but i can’t find my copy. the one thing i remember from it was the statement that an author can make a lot more money by giving a speech than he can by writing a book
KnowNothing:sure, no problem, you can have my Wampeters if you want. Just be sure to read “Cat’s Cradle”, the novel, very short. Vonnegut made more money doing commencements then anything. dang, commencements is a long word…my handle could be “know nothing” and i think that a compliment
PG:I may have read cat’s cradle. I think i have read all his non sci fi novels. when i read his books i get into a state where i start to think like he writes, which may or may not be a good thing..on the business of re reading books, i re read steppenwolf a few months ago. There was one passage that i was dumbfounded by the first time, and just rolled through it like it wasn’t there the second time. sometimes your reaction to a book says more about you than the book
Steppenwolf made quite the impact on the younger PG . When he re read it earlier this year, it was a fun read, but scarcely life changing. The stories about steppenwolf impressed PG as much as the text itself. When he bought his copy, there was a birth certificate and a dear john letter inside the book. There is also the story of the cheerleader. When PG was at Cross Keys, there was a very pretty girl who was three years ahead of him. She was a cheerleader. One day about a year after she graduated, This lady went to the regency hyatt house downtown. She went up to the 22nd floor, and walked over to a balcony. The Regency was the first hotel to have the indoor atrium, and it caused quite a sensation. The cheerleader jumped off the balcony and landed in the lobby 22 floors below. She left behind a copy of Steppenwolf.
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zzz- izzy,ozzy, fuzz, razz, fizz, zee, CSS, WWW
xxx– xx, xix, zee, CSS, WWW
marta—mart, manta, maria, marts,
wampeters- saltpeter, trumpeter
fama–lama, mama, rama, fame, Obama
granfallons– rainfalls, gallons, gyrfalcons, grandsons, fallowness
steppenwolf–doorstepped, overstepped, sidestepped, misstepped, stepparent
brautigan–beautician, litigant, brigand,
blogspot…blackspot, bloodsport, bloodshot, biologist, nightspot
dr— rd dry
Did Prop 8 Really Lose?
There is speculation that prop 8 was actually defeated by the voters. The only problem is, it is not what the voters think that counts, it is what the electronic voting machines say.
It seems like the companies behind these electronic voting machines are conservative Jesus worshipers. And they are not shy about cheating to get the results they want.
Some exit polls showed a majority of people voting no on prop 8. When these votes are tabulated by computers, it seems to change to a yes vote. There are other irregularities reported in this highly contentious vote.
There were numerous reports of irregularities in 2000, 2002, and 2004. The electronic touch screen voting machines used in many states have been shown to be vulnerable to monkey business.
The prop 8 result is likely to stand, although challenges are probable. What is puzzling to many is the outcome of the Presidential election. If the crooked voting machines are controlled by corrupt republicans,why was BHO allowed to win?
The answer may lie in the urban riots of the sixties. The rage of African America is well known, and to a large degree justified. In the sixties, it bubbled out of control in many cities. After the verdict in the trial of police accused of beating Rodney King, there was urban unrest in many cities. PG was in downtown Atlanta when the fury hit there, and remembers the soul searching that took place…and was quickly forgotten.
There was talk of mass rioting in the cities if BHO was cheated out of the election. Could this have influenced the powers that be to let the vote stand?
There have been riots in boxing arenas after an unpopular decision by the judges. Does the prospect of 20,000 crazies behind you tearing the house down influence a boxing judge?
If there had been a threat of rioting in 2004, would John Kerry have won? Of course, it is tough to imagine anyone caring enough about Mr. Kerry to toss a molotov cocktail.
BHO seems certain to take office on January 20. HT to jockohomo
Castro Friday Night
Last friday night, The Justice House of Prayer went to Castro Street in San Francisco. They do this on a lot of friday nights. They will sing and play guitar, and sometimes they will preach. They are Jesus worshipers
Last friday night was not an ordinary friday night. Ten days earlier, the voters of California voted to pass Proposition 8, which bans same sex marriage. The people on Castro Street were angry. The message of JHOP was seen as a provocation. A mob developed, and the police had to escort the JHOP to their vehicles
There is plenty of blame to go around for this ugly incident. The video shows the police leading some people away from an angry mob. It makes the mob look ugly, and indeed there seems to be excessive reaction here.
But what about the JHOP? They knew what they were getting into. Were they looking to create Goodwill for Jesus, or were they looking to pick a fight? Why couldn’t they just take a couple of weeks off until the passions over Prop 8 cool off?
What does this say about Jesus?
Anyone can read from the bible. Anyone can talk about Jesus. There needs to be trust for the person listening to the message to believe what the preachers are saying. JHOP seems to have forgotten this essential first step. They seem to be looking for a confrontation.
Jesus worship is often seen…with a lot of justification… as preaching hatred against gay people. Many of the Castro residents have struggled with Jesus worship, and come to the painful decision that they simply don’t agree with it. Others agree with Jesus worship, but want to live the way G-d made them.
There are all sorts of ways to take this message, and many of them cause pain for the people being preached to. For a group of people to come into someones home and preach a painful religious message…without gaining the trust of these people…it just isn’t right. It does not speak well for Jesus.
When you preach to people without their trust, you speak in vain. When you do so out of lust for confrontation, you speak in vain. When your preaching causes pain to people , you speak in vain.
The third commandment speaks to this…”exodus 20:7 Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy G-d in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.”
Uncoding Lenny
Yesterday, after exploring east atlanta, PG and Uzi went to dinner. They alternate between Piccadilly and S&S , and this was a Piccadilly week. PG always thinks of the antique store called Pick a Dilly. That might explain some of the clientele.
Lenny was a friend of Uzi, who had checked out of the hotel a few years ago. Lenny was inclined towards a philosophical viewpoint. He tried to write these nuggets down. The only trouble was…well, one of the troubles was…that Lenny never did understand the concept of the tab key. He would type the quote, the source, and any other information into one cell of a database. PG had time on his hands, and offered to try and straighten out the mess.
Now, one problem is a program suite, that microsoft foisted on the population, called works. The database that Lenny used was in works. The only operating system to employ works was Millennium Edition. M.E. was the edsell of the microsoft showroom. When you tried to take something in works, and move it to another microsoft system, you were liable to get a screen full of jibberish. (According to spell check, this is properly spelled gibberish)
So, the email arrived. PG tried to open the file using an open office database, and the thing closed immediately. PG thought he heard the computer laughing at him. Next was a bootleg copy of microsoft windows 97 office suite. Funny how suite is pronounced like sweet, but is anything but. The database was not amused, and word showed a screen full of gibberish.
Next, PG tried notepad. This did show some text in between the acres of code. PG copied this into a trusty wordpad file, and started to edit. After a while, there were a few quotes in legible form.
PG then sent this email to Uzi:
excellent i haven’t had a family turkey day since i had parents
as for the files, they are not opening smoothly. i might could work around some of the issues, but it might be easier if i had a copy of works
when i had my first computer, i used works, and then tried to take the files to my job to use the word based computers there. word computers do not like works ( even if it is at work, as in job. this can get confusing)
If you could find a copy of the works database file and send it to me, that might make this project easier
I opened one file with notepad, and was able to cull these from the mass of jibberish
The best things and best people rise out of their separateness ; I’m against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise . Robert Frost
How many a dispute could have been deflated into a single paragraph if the disputants had dared to define their terms . Aristotle
The government of the United States is not in any sense founded upon thty . Clarence Darrow
Is this the sort of thing i can expect to find? a quote, and then a source for the quote?
PG
Mississippi Paint
One of the blogs that PG follows is Puntabulous. The man is having a contest, inviting his viewers to send in self portraits. The images are to be done in MS Paint.
PG submitted an image, which may or may not be what the contest called for. The image was accompanied by this letter.
Is this a feminist program? why not miss paint, or mr paint. Or for the little boy, master paint.
I digress. I have been using mspaint for years . I make faux stained glass windows. The one pixel line drawings in paint work very well for what I do.
Many “sophisticated” image mongers look down on paint. I maintain that paint is a lovely program. While photoshop and the dozens of other brand name programs have their place, there is nothing like good old fashioned paint.
I just hope that microsoft does not do away with it like they did imaging. Now, there was a great program. The only problem was royalty issues with kodak, and greedy microsoft kicked it out.
At any rate, i am working on a project as we speak. This picture is in conjunction with nanowrimo, or national novel writing month. Since my novel does not have a plot, I am throwing everything i can think of into it. You are now a part of my novel. You will get along very well with the other characters, and maybe even get a date.
I am going to send the working drawing for my current project. It is called fifty six points. There are eight stars, with seven points each. They are in a rectangle defined by a series of interlocking border tiles.
On a technical note, I highly recommend zipping bitmap files before sending by email. You may want to mention this to your contestants. Many will already know this, but it is a good idea for those who don’t. Zipping will dramatically reduce the file size of a bitmap.
This letter is a good start for my nanowrimo output for today. I aim for 1700 words a day, for a november total of 50k. I am up to 36k now, and should make 50k with no trouble. The fact that the novel….the working title is “the confessions of gnarlene widget”…the fact that the novel is an unreadable mess is of no concern. Editing is for december.
Learning from a Tree Stump
At about 1:30, PG called Uzi, and said to meet behind the waffle house. Today, the sunday walk was going to be in East Atlanta.
PG was true to form in making a wrong turn on the freeway, forcing a drive down Spring Street to North Avenue. There was little traffic, and soon the men were on Moreland, crossing I 20, and making that weird turn off Moreland onto Flat Shoals.
The East Atlanta shopping district is not very big. It can be covered on foot in a few minutes. There are plenty of unused buildings, and former parking lots with a fence in front. The transitionality of the neighborhood is a work in progress.
There are plenty of places to get a drink in East Atlanta. While PG was taking pictures of graffiti on the side of the Earl, Uzi said that he never did care to be in a bar on Sunday afternoon. PG thought back to his drinking days and agreed. Sundays are for riding bikes, hiking, watching football, but not to be spent inside with cigarette smoking drunks.
On the way back to the car, Uzi saw a tree stump in a vacant lot. He decided to count the rings on the stump. By his reckoning, the tree was 130 years old when it was murdered. There was some serious fighting in this area during the War between the States. This would have been 144 years ago, or before the tree was planted.
There was once a fill in band leader on the Tonight show named Tommy Newsome. Johnny Carson made comments about Mr. Newsome going to Central Park, and taking charisma lessons from a tree stump. The stump in East Atlanta is utterly lacking in charisma. It was not in Central Park forty years ago. Reports of local musicians taking charisma lessons from this tree stump are not to be believed.
Tom Watson
There is a twelve foot tall statue of Tom Watson in front of the steps to the Georgia State Capital It is on the west side, looking at Central Avenue and Atlanta City Hall.
Mr. Watson is a curious figure. At first a populist who supported the right of freed slaves to vote, he became a rabble rousing anti semite and anti catholic. His publications called for the reorganization of the Ku Klux Klan. During the imprisonment of Leo Frank, he said “The next Jew who does what Frank did, is going to get exactly the same thing that we give to Negro rapists.” Mr. Frank was later abducted from jail and hung from a tree in Marietta, near the site of the Big Chicken.
The green metal likeness of Mr. Watson, with his left armed raised in rhetorical combat, has seen many things over the years. Today, there was a rally for the right of same sex couples to marry. The expression on the statue did not change during the event. One suspects that the anti catholic crusader would have been amused by the call for the church to mind its own business.
The rally was a happy, friendly event. There have been reports of racial unrest at previous prop 8 rallies, but that was not seen by this reporter. In fact, the best costume of the day was worn by a black lady. Another black lady spoke, and said “we are not fighting hate, we are fighting ignorance.”
There was a bulldog in the crowd, who was not camera shy. It was noted that very few people have pet yellow jackets. The dog’s owner did not understand this comment.
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semite- smite
Prop 8 Idle Chatter
PG– Good Morning
Poovis Widget– Good Morning to you, sir
PG– how is Gnarlene?
PW– mean as ever. lord, i don’t know what it takes to make her happy
PG– well, what do you expect. she married you
PW– yea, but you do what you have to do
PG– I always think of you too when i hear that gays can’t marry. Lord knows, enough do, it is just to females who play the role of beard
PW–well, this one is dangerously close to getting shaved
PG– so, what do you think of this whole prop 8 mess
PW– this is what you can expect from lawyers and supreme courts. things were fine and dandy until some lawyer with too much time filed a suit so some queens could marry each other. As many fag hags as they have in california, you would think that would not be necessary. Just marry a woman that will play the game, and keep your mouth shut
PG– dude, telling a queen to keep her mouth shut is dangerous business. What galls me is the backlash from this after the election. Anyone with any sense could have told you that prop 8 was going to pass. There has been a lot of finger pointing, and the whole thing is so unpleasant.
PW– people just have to play the blame game
PG–so, they had this rally in los angeles after the election. Some of the bois were upset about prop 8 passing, and there were some reports of the bois shouting the n word
PW– what would that be, nail polish
PG– no, the other n word. you know, the six letter one that refers to african americans.
PW– oh that one. so some folks said the n word at a rally. What happened next
PG– word got out in the blogs about this rally. When the news got to some hot heads in the south, the thing had blown up into a glorified klan rally. i think about the people at the rally who were not shouting race slurs, but got tagged as bigots because they were in the same crowd as a few people who don’t know when to shut up.
PW– you know, these things happen. When you go talking about racism, it is best to look in the mirror and see who is doing the talking.
PG–so, there is going to be a rally at the state capitol tomorrow about this prop 8 business. how do you feel about meeting up and going down there.
PW– that might be hot. maybe we could out later and have some real fun
PG– thats the spirit. I am sure Gnarlene would understand. They will have reruns of “The real housewives of Atlanta” on tomorrow.
PW– Yes, Gnarly is hooked on that show. She was so upset when that fundraising party turned out to be a flop.
PG– so, getting back to the rally at the capitol, there are going to be some people in costume. That should add a festive touch to the day.
PW–I know what I want to do. I am going to wear a bedsheet and pointed hat, and be a klansman. If we are going to have a glorified klan rally, then I want to dress the part.
PG– dude, i wonder about you sometimes.
The Message
The novel PG is writing is now known as “ The Confessions of Gnarlene Widget. This is more commercial than “ Novel with No Plot”. The role model is “Trout Fishing in America”. When PG runs out of things to say, he reads a bit in TFIA, and is inspired.
The next chapter is a little story that takes two pages and change to tell. Some people were going camping, and looking for a good place. While on the road they pass a parade. The parade was a shepherd who looks like Adolph Hitler, only friendly. Following him were a thousand sheep, three horses and a wagon. The sheep left organic souvenirs, lots of them.
The campers decided they didn’t like the first site, and went back up the road to another place, The sheep souvenirs were everywhere. Before long the parade was on the road again. They gave the Hitler look alike a beer for his trouble. Finally, the campers found an acceptable place to camp. They caught some trout that looked like leaves for dinner.
As PG types this, the computer music player has a concert by Roger Waters playing. The song on the machine now is “Sheep”. Mr. Waters used to be a key member of Pink Floyd, but had issues with some of the others. They went on without him, and even did a stadium tour under the PF name. The keyboard player recently passed away. He was friendly with Mr. Waters, who reportedly did not like onstage improvisation. PG found the playing of “Sheep” at this moment to be an incident of synchronicity and simultaneity.
Back to the story in TFIA. The campers had a happy camper night in the acceptable place, and looked down the valley to see the sheep, the shepherd that looked like Hitler, and the wagon.
Under the borco bookmark, across the page from the first part of this story…Which was titled “the message”…is a yellowed newspaper clipping. It was written by the Associated Press, and was on page 3a of The Atlanta Constitution, Fri. Oct. 26, 1984. The Headline reads ” Novelist Brautigan found dead in home”. It seems like the 49 year old author had found life to be troubling, and ended it with a gunshot wound. There was a quote from Tom McGuane…” When the sixties ended, he was the baby thrown out with the bathwater”.
Sometimes it is best to enjoy the product of a craftsman, and not use his life as an example.
The other side of the piece of yellowed newsprint is a picture of a whiskey bottle. The paper around the neck of the bottle says Canadian Mist. It must be from the english speaking part, or it would be spelled Canadien. Under the brand name, in fancy letters, it says Eighty Proof. The bottle is lit from the left side, with a bit of a crest visible atop the storage part of the bottle. A four legged animal is standing guard for a coat of arms. Under the watchful animal, The word IMPORTED is in all caps, in the same font as Canadian Mist. The word Canada is in little letters below that,just above the place where scissors separated the clipping from the rest of page 3a.
The message in the title of the sheep/Hitler lookalike story has a meaning. The camper received a one word message that night. The word was Stalingrad.
Climb a Tree
PG settled back in the frankenstein chair and looked out onto the street. The leaves that were yellow last week are orange and brown now. They are drying, and will be on the ground soon. The tree behind this tree is closer to the next yard, and not visible from the frankenstein chair. The leaves on it are just beginning to turn yellow. It always does this. When those leaves dry out and fall, there will be a lot of organic matter in the yard. This will not happen until turkey day.
When PG was a kid, he liked to climb this tree. It had branches low enough to grab, and pull yourself up into the body of the tree. One new years day, PG took a portable radio up in that tree and listened to the gator bowl. Florida was playing Missouri. Florida had a quarterback named Steve Spurrier. He won the heisman the next year, was a so so pro quarterback, and won a few games as a coach. On this new years day, he chunked a few touchdowns while PG listened in the tree, but Missouri won the game anyway. There is a thing called defense.
There is a story about bowl games from that era. NBC was bidding on the Olympics. At the time, the new years day triple header was the centerpiece of their sports coverage. They gave the presentation, and they talked about the Sugar Bowl, the Rose Bowl, and the Orange Bowl. They did not get the contract to broadcast the Olympic games. After the presentation, one of the Europeans at the Olympic committee had a chat with the NBC representative. Some people thought that the talk about bowel games was in bad taste.
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heisman..pantheism, atheism, helmsman, herdsman
spurrier… spurring, slurried, furrier
Armistice Day
Today is veterans day. Formerly known as armistice day, this was the end of the first world war. That was ninety years ago. Only a handful of veterans from that conflict are still around.The last living American-born veteran is 107-year-old Frank Woodruff Buckles of Charles Town, W.Va. On the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, the fighting would cease. If you got killed on the tenth minute, too bad.
Today, it is called Veterans Day. The idea is to honor the Men and Women who have served.
PG is not a veteran. He came of age in the Vietnam Era. There is a post at his old blog which tells the story. The bottom line is, by the time PG was old enough to join, the War in Vietnam was essentially over. Our government was trying to get a fig leaf peace treaty, so we could get our troops out. Mr. Nixon called it Peace with Honor, when it turned out to be anything but.
America is at war today. The war in Babylon has been out of the spotlight lately. Neither side in the election saw advantage in talking about it. The official line is that we are winning, and there does seem to be a certain amount of progress. However, when discussing war, a b.s. detector is a handy tool. PG has opposed this war from the beginning, and does not see much good coming out of it. However, how does that relate to the individual soldiers?
Last week at the bloggers night out, PG met Muskrat. He didn’t make a big deal about it that night, but the man has been to Iraq. When it is a person you have met, war takes on a different meaning. Today, at his blog, Muskrat talked about some of the kindness that he has been shown after his deployment. PG commented “Even…or maybe especially…those who are opposed to the war should thank the men and women who have served.”
Opposition to the war has been the target of many right wing types. Many say that opponents of the war are hoping for American defeat. ( “They have the ribbons and balloons already ordered for the defeat party.” The hideous Mark Steyn said that on the Michael Medved show). The fact is that a defeat in Iraq is a defeat for all of us. While many of us had these concerns before the war…and many of us expressed them… the fact is that we are there, and we need to make the best of the situation. Whether BHO is smart enough to do this is a good question. Like participation in the war, the presidency of BHO is now a done deal. The patriotic thing is to pull together, and try to make something good come out of this.
Osama Bin Ladin has been quoted as saying the he will defeat the United States the same way he defeated the Soviet Union. This is to say, he will prolong the conflict, and bankrupt the great power that is fighting him. Al Queda does not have to win battles to do this. All Al Queda has to do is stir up enough trouble so that America cannot leave. The longer we are in Iraq, the more damage we do to our economy. It is already happening. ( PG is not able to find a link to show that Mr. Bin Ladin said this. This may prove to be a fabrication. However, it is not far from the truth.If Bin Ladin did not say it, then he should have.)
The Men and Women who have served in Iraq and Afghanistan have performed a difficult task with honor and courage. The why and how of this conflict is out of their hands. The fact is, they have been given a job, and they have done it. They deserve the Thanks of America.
Empathy and Abortion
Back to empathy for a minute. The word always takes PG back to an auditorium in Clarkston GA in 1971. PG was in his first quarter at Dekalb College. Today,the institution is known as Georgia Perimeter College. One of the selling points of college has always been the outside speakers that were brought to campus. This day, the subject was abortion.
A note on set and setting is appropriate. In 1971, New York state had legalized the abortion procedure. Roe vs. Wade was in the pipeline that would lead to the Supreme Court. That ruling would not be issued for another fifteen months. In the meantime, abortion was illegal in 49 states, including Georgia. The debate about abortions was not as politicized as today. The nomenclature of choice and life had not entered the vocabulary.
The Vietnam war was still being fought, although with fewer Americans in combat. The withdrawal of US forces took most of the steam out of the anti war movement. The modern spectacle of a person supporting a war, while claiming to be pro life, did not happen.
PG walked into the auditorium and found a seat. The lady began her presentation. After a few minutes of talk…she said something about a woman who was artificially inseminated with masturbated semen… the house lights were dimmed. A black and white film of an abortion was shown. It was noted when the fetus went into the vacuum cleaner attachment. The house lights were brought back up. They should have remained dim, as the woman was not kind on the eyes.
The closing part of her presentation was a song she wrote. She sang acapella. The song was written out of empathy with the not to be born baby. The song was titled ” My mother My grave”.
PG left the auditorium, and went to world history class.
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