It’s the end of May and death is in the air… here in Jet City suicide is a way of life so many liberal minds who never decided to come here while still in their youth decide it’s time to go.
So to one of the many bridges they journey to take to the wind and soar as they leave our physical realm once and for all. Few of them miss their goal and since I have lived here I have never heard of one jumper who did not unleash the soul within to leave liberal Seattle and planet Earth behind.
This year already has been brutal. So many liberal people who could not bring themselves to vote for an African American President, so many posters with dried saliva on window panes that showcase the artistic portrait of our President that have not been washed since 2008. The election that screamed in the face of most liberals in Seattle,
“You are a fucking racist pig and a god dammed liar! You are no different from the ranting religious fundamentalist who is molesting his own daughter in the name of Jesus every night!”
All the while the daughters and sons of Jet City are dreaming of death, death at their own hands on their own terms and death by boutique drugs.
This is Memorial Day weekend and the last week of May 2009 and it finds me in good spirits. I have resisted the rhetoric and self lies of inbreds, morons and vultures. I have surpassed the bullshit and power struggles to remain true to myself with bouts of fear, of course, but with greater displays of courage and common sense. I persevered and found my soul and my mate for this life. I have the peace of reality and truth as my shield against all the fools I have known.
Once I thought I was at the precipice and with a gust a wind I too would be lost in the abyss with so many others that I have loved, admired, left and lost. The gust of wind did come and it carried me securely away from the abyss and planted my feet on solid ground. That wind, the breath of God himself is named Jonathan and now I am sustained upon solid ground each day with water named Joseph and I am their protector and guardian as we are all called to be by the universe herself; to maintain the purity of our wind and water.
With each day as my heart blossoms in my love my earth is more solid and the abyss is but a memory as I stride on into the month of June, the month of warmth and heat and power. May will be but a memory shortly and as visit http://www.barackobama.com and tweet away on twitter (www.twitter.com/mscoletha) I am confident of a new public policy in Washington, D. C., personal growth and maturity of the liberals here in Washington state and true love abounding more and more in the universe. Good bye May 2009.
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