A World Gone Mad
Aug. 30th, 2006 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxWe have Rumsfeld saying those of us who speak out against this war are unpatriotic and we don't know our history well. So we're supposed to just sit back and watch tens of thousands die.
Oakland has now had more slayings this year through August then we had for twelve months last year and it seems to be getting worse.
Some nutcase says he was escaping demons and ran down a dozen people yesterday all over SF and killed one bicyclist in Fremont.
I hear, see, read all of this going on around me, all with some sort of personal, geographical imact on me and I wonder that I feel safe at all.
Last night at 10:30pm I took the dork dog out for our late night walk, as I always do. I forgot my cell phone--again. We walked for 40 minutes, we walked three blocks down, two blocks over two blocks back, and the final block up. I don't take for granted that I can do that safely, and yet I do.
I carry no money, about the best a robber could hope for is me shoving a baggie of dog poop into their hands. I realize though, that carrying no cell phone means carrying no life line. No way to summon help if I truly need it. I refuse to be a prisoner in my own house, but I have to remember to carry that phone with me.
I have to remember.
Oakland has now had more slayings this year through August then we had for twelve months last year and it seems to be getting worse.
Some nutcase says he was escaping demons and ran down a dozen people yesterday all over SF and killed one bicyclist in Fremont.
I hear, see, read all of this going on around me, all with some sort of personal, geographical imact on me and I wonder that I feel safe at all.
Last night at 10:30pm I took the dork dog out for our late night walk, as I always do. I forgot my cell phone--again. We walked for 40 minutes, we walked three blocks down, two blocks over two blocks back, and the final block up. I don't take for granted that I can do that safely, and yet I do.
I carry no money, about the best a robber could hope for is me shoving a baggie of dog poop into their hands. I realize though, that carrying no cell phone means carrying no life line. No way to summon help if I truly need it. I refuse to be a prisoner in my own house, but I have to remember to carry that phone with me.
I have to remember.
