I almost hate to ask this, but... has anyone noticed that I am not a writer? Oh, I basically know my way around the keyboard and I don't begin each post with "It was a dark and stormy night" (although it WAS a dark and stormy night LAST night, so I could probably get away with that one this morning.) No, I don't claim to be a writer. My folks weren't English professors and my sister wasn't an English major. Perhaps I chose to express myself in music because word-writing wasn't my forte, (but more like my mezzo-piano). My grammar sometimes sucks. I'm not clever or eloquent in self-expression despite the mandatory Freshman Creative Writing 101 I took back in 1973. I have, for some reason forgotten how to spell 90. (Is it ninety or is it ninty?) I get my "its" and "it's" mixed up, (but unlike Mr. Clinton, at least I generally know how to define the "it" we're talking about.) Threading words together is quite humbling, but I do the best I can. Its (it's) true that my "pen" may not be "mightier than the sword," (although every now and then my keyboard kicks ass!)
And that's good because right now, there's plenty of ass that needs kicking.
Last night I received a comment from somebody who calls themself "Tired of the Whining." And after my flippant reply to the comment, in which I acknowledged (if not defended) my whinage, I thought perhaps he has a point. Maybe I'm coming across all wrong. Hannabelle is not usually a whiner. In my last post, I did whine that other people have Happy Blogs when I'm stuck writing about the horrible situation facing my neighborhood. Poor me. Yep. I guess you could get Tired of the Whining. Of course, when you change your name to Fed Up With The Whining, you don't have to come back and read my blog now, do ya? On the other hand, I'm trapped here. I can't "switch" channels and make it all go away. Despite my objections, the sex offenders are still coming. (No pun intended).
Personally, this has been the most emotional time of my entire life. Why? you ask. Why don't you just "get over it" and accept your fate? you ask. Why don't you quit your whining and get on with your life? you ask.
Because I am me. I'm not one of those who voted for Bush because "he's a Godly man". In fact, I didn't vote for Bush at all. I hate what he's done to this country. I despise how We, the People have changed in the past few years. Not only are our Constitutional rights being snatched away, one by one, by our own government, the People themselves are tossing them away as if we're riding on a float, our rights are beads and this is Mardi Gras in New Orleans! This Onamia Takeover is a fine example of what you can expect from now on, folks. Unless you get your own blog... I stand in defiance of what is wrong. As should we all. Either stand, or just roll over and die. Its your choice.
Perhaps this Homeland Security deal isn't an international thing. Just look over your shoulder and smile at your Big Brother.
Whether or not the pud-pullers move in, my life in Onamia is over. I realized that on April 18. I don't want to stay in this community any more. Too many ishy people. But circumstances also prevent me from leaving. Besides, with the sex offenders on their way, my property values will drop tremendously (if I could even find a buyer). How will I be able to replace my home? Why SHOULD I?
Okay. I do get emotional. Wouldn't you? Maybe not. But, I'm not actually whining, and I apologize if it sounds like I am. I wish I was a better wordsmith.
How about an analogy? Let's talk about dogs for a minute. I love dogs. Go ahead and compare Hannabelle to a dog. I'd be honored.
Dog #1. Have you ever heard your new puppy whining because he is scared of The Cat, who has puffed herself up to look big and mean? Hannabelle is not afraid of big puffy cats.
Dog #2. Have you ever seen a waggy-tail dog express submission to their master by whining, squatting and peeing? Get real. Hannabelle squats and pees for no one.
Dog #3. Some dogs whine desperately while begging for treats. Hannabelle whines not. And stick your treats where the sun don't shine.
Dog #4. Now, if a dog gets his leg caught in a trap, not only does he whine in agony, he might actually snap and bite. We're getting warmer. Hannabelle is trapped and in pain.
Dog #5. But, for a moment, think about how a guard dog (perhaps a Doberman) reacts to an intruder who is trying to infiltrate the "estate". Does she whine? No. She barks and barks and barks! If the intruder doesn't heed the warning, she growls and snarls, bares her teeth. If the intruder is smart, he'll back off in a hurry and go elsewhere to steal. This dog protects the property against any would-be thieves. And she is relentless in her cause.
So, if I have come across as a whining, squatting, peeing pup, I take full responsibility as an amature writer who isn't very gifted with words. When I get a comment from someone who calls themself "Tired of the Barking, Growling, Snarling, Teeth-baring, and Biting", I will be pleased to note the improvement of my writing skills. (Or should that be: improvement in my writing skills. Damn.)