Thursday, Jan. 08, 2004 - 2:22 p.m.
Greetings,
Today I am playing catch up at work after calling out sick yesterday with a migraine headache/sinus infection. I’m doing pretty well too.
As I sit here typing all day long, the scent of lavender now and then drifts up from my lavender colored (as well as scented) sweater. Very calming.
Tonight is the first Caftan Night of 2004, although it is not one that involves a lot of timing and scheduling. It’s Therapeutic Thursday and time doesn’t exist on these nights.
Ah, but lavender scented bubble baths do. And I’m donning the dreaded Serenity Blue caftan.
I’m glad all the stupid fuss about Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, is dying down. Comparing him to Michael Jackson holding his baby over a balcony railing in Berlin was just plain mean and spiteful.
I’m sick of the way the World thinks it owns the famous people. That it can carve its stupid, ridiculous, PC morals onto people just because it tunes in once a week to watch a program on Animal Planet or maybe visited the zoo while in Australia.
Steve Irwin is one of the most dedicated, hard working, industrious, powerful, intelligent, instinctual and honorable people I can think of on this planet. His love for all animals has done so much good for endangered species and for the many, many animals he has rehabilitated. If wants to take his one month old son into a croc pen and feed a croc while holding him, let him do it. I’ve never seen anyone who knows crocodiles the way he does. And I’m sorry; the man would not let his son get hurt. He’d kill himself before he did that.
Leave the Irwins alone. Let them bring up their children in crocodile country as they see fit. Take your sneering, posturing, “I can’t believe he did that for publicity”, stupid, censorious, condescension, World, and shove it.
What do you know about crocodiles? What do you know of Steve Irwin? What, more importantly, do you know of yourselves?
You there in Brooklyn, what are you thinking to let your teenage son drink at that party even if you know he won’t be driving? Don’t you know drinking is dangerous and illegal when it pertains to teens? Shouldn’t the rest of the world be jumping down your throat?
You there in New Orleans, what are YOU thinking having 6 children when you work at a convenience store for fuck’s sake? How are those children going to eat? Or make anything of themselves without a lot of luck and help? You selfish pig, how dare you? Why doesn’t the World jump your shit?
You there in Irvine, what do you mean by giving your irresponsible daughter a car on her 16th birthday just because she’s whining for you to do it? You know what she’s like; you know where she’ll go and what she’ll do with a car. When she cracks it up and kills herself and her three best friends, why won’t you be the one being yelled at by the World and going to jail because you knew what she’d do?
Ah, you all make me sick. Except you, Steve. You go on and teach your children about the animals. If it helps, I’m behind you 100%.
Until next time,
Olrun
