Can I tell you how much I LOVE my new little map widget?! (It's in the far left column.) Finally, after all these years, my need for constant reassurance is partially sated. I click on the map; I see flags designating people who read my blog; I feel good.
Hello Caledonia, Minnesota! Hey There, Toledo, Ohio! Greetings, Norwich, Connecticut!
I should have put this thing on here a lot sooner.
This morning, I got a visitor from Cheltenham, Gloucestershire. That’s pretty darned special because, you know, I’ve eaten their cheddar.
I still am struggling with the Dakotans; I’m wondering if I did or said something to offend them. Hey, I read Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee; I sing Rocky Raccoon; and I’d love to visit Mt. Rushmore. Sorry I can’t run up there right now and act all Barackillary and waltz into a diner and serve burgers or drop into a bar for a shot of whiskey and a beer chaser but I’m with you just the same. Don’t bring me down.
And you guys in the Middle East? You know who you are (I just know where you live). You’re both reading this dribble. Write each other; start a friendship; be pen pals. I don’t know why someone from Ahvaz, Khuzestan, Iran and another someone from Beirut, Beyrouth, Lebanon couldn’t be buddies, do you?
You know, I could be starting something here. I don’t have Angelina Jolie’s money and clout (and thankfully not all those children) but I have a blog, darn it, and I have seen the mountaintop, and I have a dream of people living and let living regardless of religious preference or skin color. It doesn’t matter whether you like Baby Ruths or Butterfingers better and it doesn’t matter what the caliph, the rabbi, the minister, and the pope did on the airplane. What matters is that you read my blog and you get all weird inside because half the time you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about and how can you oppress your fellow man when you’re so darned confused.
Would someone please pass this along to Ban Ki-moon or, if he’s too busy maybe Kofi Annan or Butrus Butrus Galli? They might need something to do since they’re not UN Secretary Generals anymore. Tell them about my idea; spread the word blog readers.
Pretending to Farm, confusing the populace enough to keep them from fighting with one another.
And now, for your viewing pleasure (I wish I could capture mine doing this, much less set it to music.)