Wednesday, Apr. 20, 2005 - 2:24 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Playing With Fire doesn't go with Negligence
Third entry tonight.
Fuckity fuckity. Get your act together people.
If you have a fight with someone, don't just up and leave and forget about it. Don't do something stupid and negligent.
Tonight on this radioprogram (which seems to be part theater and part documentary) they were doing "confessions". One person said they had a ferret. And after a couple of days decided they didn't like it. So left it in its cage out in the yard and didn't go near it again. The grass grew over it. When they moved they mowed the grass. He said there was no ferret body. IT either got so skinny from starvation it squeezed through the bars and escaped (we hope) or it totally decomposed. urk. Imagine the slow death of the trapped ferret while someone just ignored it.
I saw a movie once about a young woman who got into kinky sex with a guy (I think it was even made here in Montreal) on the side. Her regular guy, a sweet vanilla guy who was in love with her, was trying to woo her back. He finally got some metal handcuffs and begged and pleaded to have kinky sex with him, thinking she'd come back to him. She got fed up with his begging and whining, and said "OK" and locked him with the handcuffs to the steel bedframe. Then she told him she was fed up, leaving him, and goodbye.
She left, and didn't go back, or even hardly think of him. A few weeks later, she got notice that he had died... and no one could figure out why he slowly starved/ died of thirst, shacked to his bed... there was no sign of struggle or forced entry, and everyone knew that he was a sweet guy, not into kinky sex. Who would want to kill him like that? What a horrible death!
And now there is this Paris Opera Hotel fire. Some lovely lady, Fatima, the nightwatchman's girlfriend, set up a romantic welcome for him in a room, with many candles on the floor. He showed up drunk, so they had a fight, she threw a bunch of clothes on the floor and stomped out. Just upped and left. He is now in a coma, having jumped from an upperstory window. 24 people, including 11 children died in the fire. She was angry, and didn't think of the candles. Just left. The most deadly fire in Paris since 1979.
Who gives a goddamn if you're angry folks. While you are off "forgetting about the fucker", having stomped out, people may be dying. Children may be screaming in agony. Others are jumping out windows to their deaths or comas.
A breakup is not a reason to shake your shoulders of all responsiblity for the consequences of your actions.
I wonder what that young woman feels now. Maybe she doesn't give an effin fuck about her ex. But what about the parents of those children?
At least the guy who was making pretty pictureswith archeological treasures was just ruining history for the rest of us.
How stupid is the human race. How incredibly stupid.
ps, and if you happen to read this, ob, THAT is why I called your mme and roommate about your "resolution". Once I found it, I would have been responsible of a similar negligence if I did absolutely nothing, and you had done something stupid without me warning anyone. Sigh.
pps, when I was walking doggies in the back alleys at 11pm two nights ago, I came upon a dinner table set up on a back balcony, with lit candles on it and no one in sight. I went into the backyard and knocked on the door. A surprised couple answered from their kitchen. I expressed concern that the candle wasn't watched... after all there are row houses here, a fire can put 4-20 apartments out of commission easily, the structures have a lot of wood, dry grass and leaves from last fall, no rain for several weeks. They seemed to think I was a bit wacky. I told them that a good friend of mine had lost her families whole house two summers ago... the kids had had a candle on the table in the basement and they had come upstairs. The house was a complete writeoff and four people were homeless for 6 months. A wee oops. They said "thankyou thankyou that is very nice" and shuffled me out of their backyard darn quick. It always seems so inconsequential until it actually happens. Then it is irreparable. cheers.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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