Monday, November 14, 2011

A Curtain of Gold on a Gloomy Day

A neighbor asked me last week what my blog is about. That question gave me pause because I hadn't thought it was about anything other than the little things that catch my eye as I'm out on my walks. Or maybe it's my insistence on (most) things being attractive, even beautiful. 

The world is often too damn sordid much more frequently than it should be (witness the disgusting revelations emanating from Happy effing Valley this past week). It would be easy to bitch and moan. I don't care to. Neither do I care to have my comments box filled with the same sort of poisonous, narrow-minded vitriol I read in my newspaper every damn day of the week.

I do not ignore the evil, nor do I want anyone else to do so. I want people to speak up when they see or know of evil. I want them to protect children from disgusting bastards who would harm them, who pervert the world with their insidious behavior as they hide behind positions of power and/or respectability.

I want children to be able to grow up to see beauty in small things, to enjoy lives filled with color, instead of the darkness of greed and evil.      

I wanted my little blog to show a curtain of gold lit by the sun, a feathery wand of leaves left on the sidewalk by Mother Nature, and the undulating leaves of hosta as they succumb to winter. 

However, the bastards who would destroy all that live among us, like "The Invasion of the Body Snatchers," and if we fall asleep they take over and we become them. The Devil smiles, he often wears a nice clothes. We need to be vigilant or the beauty of life is lost.

Have a nice day.


dive said...

Darn tooting, Missy.
Beautiful photos, a sprinkling of righteous truth and a great reminder of the best version of Body Snatchers make for a perfect blog.

Speedway said...

Thank you, Dive. I was just going to write about the pretty pictures, but the revelations about long-term, on-going abuse (a very mild term) of young boys by a man who systematically seduced the community even as he "groomed" the little boys, just pissed me off no end.

Years ago, I was victimized by one of the players on one of the college teams. The result left me physically injured and ill. My complaints about the man resulted in my being made the "bad person," while he went on to abuse and use a number of other young women. He is now about the age of the coach who was arrested at PSU. I doubt he would have changed, but would have continued his behavior and passed his attitude of entitlement on to his young charges, perpetuating the same sort of crap.

I was frustrated and dismayed then. I'm pissed off now.

dive said...

And rightly so.