Help Keep Michelle Kwan in Kwanzaa

Jesus! What is it about separation of church and state that some people have so much trouble with? Is the government knocking down the doors of your place of worship and ripping the word Christ out of your Bibles, hymnals, sermons, and mouths? If Christians are so worried about secularism overtaking their precious arbitrary holiday, then go tell all the children the truth about Santa Claus! Tear up or lock away your credit cards from early October through late January, recycle your ornaments and stockings, and celebrate the birthday of your Savior in a way that he would find appropriate and blessed (with two syllables)! The spirit of the First Amendment was to protect religious freedom for EVERYONE, not just for Christians. Of course, nowhere does it explicitly say "separation of church and state" in the Constitution, as nowhere in the Bible does it explicitly say "celebrate My birthday on December the 25th of every year by spending exorbitant amounts of money on each other, in order to prove how much you love me - and while you're at it , be sure and legislate your beliefs, not just about my birthday, but about EVERYTHING, onto society as a whole, and suppress the rights of all minorities whenever you get a chance." The imbalance of this set of attitudes is self-evident, and I'm f***ing tired of the religious right continuing to insist on the absoluteness of their point of view. Spiritual awareness is a personal journey, but religion has turned it into a May Day parade.

Metaphor Overdose

I'm digging a little deeper into my psyche today than I had planned when my feet first hit the floor. Something about the way the ground feels this morning is inciting an emotional riot, and what started as a few weepy moments of happiness last night as Obama was declared the victor, has morphed into a bit more of a flood. I'm not crying anymore (save for the reprise earlier when I heard a replay of his acceptance speech), but I have made some headway towards alienating anyone or anything within a hundred foot radius of my mouth. I guess there's not really a selective emotional filter for me - since I, Obama-like, keep my emotions under an iron manhole cover almost always, when I lift the cover, everything that's been festering there swooshes out like a vapor.

I'm searching for a bridle to steer this ungodly snorting, crack-addicted vapor of self-expression into a corral. But there's no corral, just open plains. I read about places on earth that are so flat that the expanse of sky creates a kind of vertigo; an imbalance where points of reference are reduced to something less than this or that; not necessarily up or down, left or right, or even right or wrong. Maybe the prospect of a slingshot off of the gravity of the last eight years has disoriented me. The whole world changed in an historically profound way last night, and I may just be experiencing a personal cleansing that goes along with such a change. I feel myself shaking off a kind of grimy layer, and there's a lot of crap coming to the surface. I mean, how many non sequiturs and sloppy metaphors can I pack into one blog, anyway? I'm obviously clearing out the attic. All I know is, I need to get my sea-legs on, cause this is gonna be a ride I wanna be on.