A very good day.

Still don't know if my country is a nation of gubbers, but I'm doing fine. :)

I've got my Observer watching closely to see if numbness is setting in and it isn't. Yay!

Today was filled with unexpected praise. I always love that. For instance, in my first job this morning, one of the professional artists was pleased that each time (all six) I returned to the same pose, I returned to exactly the same pose. He felt compelled to mention it each time. He said, "I can tell because I can only see just the tip of your right ear each time."

We also talked politics a little bit. Mostly jokes and joking (I think to hide our worry!) and folks thought my jokes were great. That felt good. :)

Also in that job, I finally met Susan. She has a couple of paintings on the wall at Market Street Group that I adore. She was pleased to hear it. I just wish her works weren't ubber expensive.

I came home from that job and went to vote. A quick stop at Amy's to give Gwen a chance at her yard-sized potty then off to the second job. Cuyamaca Community College is in the middle of a "conservative" part of the county. However, for some reason, artists tend to not be all that conservative. :)

There was another model. I pretty young woman. By the end of class, almost all the students gravitated to her end of the room. It was cute. The students with the most talent (in my opinion) and who wants a career in art liked drawing me more. Partly because I'm an "unusual" model and partly because they were "tired of the pretty girls." Several women and a lot of men I know would have liked to be in that class.

It was a good day. None of what I have written explains why, though. I had a good day cause I just didn't care what anyone thought of me. I wasn't trying to make anyone understand anything. :) Not for a single minute today was I playing a losing game. :)

And that felt good. I'll keep my Observer on duty, though. I want to make sure this isn't a cleaned up version of resigned and cynical. Doesn't feel like it though.

The question is

How can I remain an active member of Crazed Imaginations while I'm living in Canada?

I live in a country filled with brainless religious fanatics. This really, really sucks.

sigh

Several years ago I gave up confrontational activism. There are a few narrow ways that confrontational activism works. But just a few. For the most part, confrontational activism fails.

All one need do is look at US political campaigns to see what confrontational activism can do. Both sides dig in and screech at each other. Millions of dollars are spent to maintain a precarious status quo.

I know this. I understand the psychology and sociology behind it.

But I am thinking that, just for the sheer adrenaline thrill of doing something, I will return to confrontational activism. I don't know yet what form it will take, but I'm feeling like screeching at MORONS.

There is a local silver lining. Donna Frye, a write-in candidate for Mayor of San Diego, is winning! It is non-partisan, but, the democrat is beating two wealthy republicans in a very conservative town. AND San Diego is voting to become a strong mayor form of government. The San Diego Union Tribune supported the strong mayor ballot measure UNTIL Donna Frye started making gains in the polls. Funny that!

I wish to express my sincere apologies to the rest of the world for the atrocities my government is going to inflict on you during the next four years. Feel free to politically and economically isolate us. Please. Hit our fat cats in their wallets and maybe they will get that they aren't gods.

For the Democratic Party, have you no ability to field an electable candidate? What the hell is wrong with you people? You have four of the longest years this country has ever faced to figure out how to speak to the American People. You sure as hell can't speak to them now.

And in the meantime, let's spend billions pretending to make ourselves safer, shall we.

Fuck.

We have declared a ridiculous War on Drugs.
We have declared a ludicrous War on Terrorism.

We are "winning" neither.

We are, though, winning the undeclared wars: War on Ethics, War on Logic, War on Compassion, War on Intelligence.