Politics are bringing me way down (again). I need to put them away somewhere. I can't bear the thought of Romney/Christie -- I can't bear the thought of all those young kids being brainwashed by Ron Paul (doesn't he understand there is a Congress?).
Did anyone see that in Georgia they used slavery references in math word problems? The teachers thought it was a good mixing of disciplines as they were studying slavery in social studies. Did you see those math questions? Fuck. My kids went to a charter school where they did that sort of thing successfully -- we never had math problems that asked how many beatings a person might get in a day.... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I need a political hiatus.
I think it is Elvis Presley's birthday -- or nearabouts. Elvis reminds me of my Pop. I dreamed about him the other day-- my Pop that is. It was so real. In the dream I was lost (though the street in the dream was where I grew up). He pulled up next to me in a car and rolled down the window -- and smiled and smiled like he did. He didn't need to say a word. He was rescuing me.
When I tried to talk about it with my mother -- I cried. I don't talk about him too much. It makes me too sad. I think that's the reason.
There are lots of Elvis songs I love. I love young black leather clad Elvis and I love portly white jump suit Elvis.
I've got one of these
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