Coming Up For Air

Hello my babies! After a long absence, HRG emerges. Still shaky, but the bruises around my heart are fading, Fear and Doubt have been, once again, swept out the door. The crack they slipped through in has been re-inforced. Now, if I could just get them to shut up......

I'm learning to tune them out. I don't know if they will ever be completely silent again. We'll see.

Rest assured that while retreating to a safe place to heal, HRG did remain completely aware of the world around her. So much happening, the news junkie in me has been on a serious feed.

Do you recall the post about Nina? It's in the archives if you're interested. It's a piece I'm proud of. Her story comes to an end now. The last of the five people involved in her horrible death was sentenced. The judge denied the two for one thing that seems to run rampant in this country. (double credit on your sentence to time served while awaiting and undergoing trial) Sent to jail as a young offender, she will remain behind bars for the duration of her sentence. In the sadness lies a small celebration. People were held accountable for their actions and not one of them received any special considerations. There is closure. There was justice for Nina. There's a part of me that hopes she haunts them to their graves, but who am I to wish eternity roaming the earth on anyone? Still.......

Of course the recent expected and unexpected deaths of celebrities have brought out interesting sides of people. I wonder why as a society we're obsessed with fame, feeding on the rumors and innuendo, feeding the mill ourselves. We build pedestals that touch the clouds and then watch with absolute delight as the mighty fall, their demise caused by the very people who put them up there in the first place. A whisper here, pointed finger there, a "long lost" photo or letter or homemade video surfaces and the slow descent begins. When John Q. Public tire of watching them float down, a little at a time, they take the wind our of their sails....with weapons cleverly disguised as words. Greed can make people do and say things that the rest of us would never dream of. A perverted sense of entitlement, I call it the "where's mine?" whine, and in a nanosecond, someone's life is destroyed. No physical evidence, unreliable sources......playing just enough on the psychologically damaged eccentricities of the "superstar" and it's over. The tabloids (and CNN) will have enough material to keep them busy for months. Reliable news sources that they are. It sets a dangerous precedent.

Perhaps we've advanced so far socially that we're aware we cannot savagely murder someone in public anymore. We're far too civilized for that sort of behaviour! Instead we destroy their lives.
Once swords were pointed, now it's pencils.

Here's hoping a few "journalists" fall on their pencils.

HRG

My New Tattoo

Hello my babies! Isn't the warm weather worth the long wait? HRG and TCB are basking in the sun and heat and lovin' every minute of it! Of course I'd love it more if I could, oh, I don't know, spend the mornings gardening and afternoons reading and sipping G&T. Tall. With lots of ice. And a squeeze of lime. How lazy do we have to be to ask for that? Like we're above the simple act of squeezing citrus.

But I digress.

As you all know, adding another piece of body art has been something I've wanted to do for a long time now. Much like the couch (not to mention my hair), the decision as to exactly what has been a long time coming. But I've decided now. It's going to be TCB's lips.

Tattooed on my ass.

The forgiving has begun.

HRG