Tuesday, February 15, 2011

So...yeah. Weird afternoon.

The struggle to make through an afternoon is underway. Usually on Tuesdays I have my therapist appointment right now, but she's out of town or something this week. I've been off today and have been pretty productive, got laundry done, dishes done, dinner all planned out, a few rows of crocheting on my newest baby blanket project. I needed some motivation so I started cranking tunes on the computer here from my vast playlist. The only problem with that is that some of my music can make me so unbearably sad it alters my already unstable mood. Bleh. Blah. WAHHH! ;)


I was thinking about how stupid and one-sided history is. I am not taking away from the horrible obvious suffering that went on in different wars, but there are many victims in war. Even the "enemies" suffer. I know people aren't going to like this but that's too bad. I think there was more suffering that went on for the Germans, Russians, and Japanese than anyone will ever know because our history books only highlight things like the Holocaust. I am not taking away from that, don't get me wrong here, I am just saying that that is not the only thing that happened in World War II, and the Jews are not the only people that suffered. EVERYONE did. Even now, there is so much crap going on over in the Middle East we'll never know about. It makes you wonder why there is so much more PSTD now? I guess a lot of it has to do with the fact that the military didn't want to recognize it back in the day. It's all so STUPID! Don't even get me started on how women have suffered for centuries without having been in a "war"....HA!!!!

I don't know, life is so messed up just on a day to day basis I don't know why I am off on a tangent about war crap. I guess because some of the music I listen to is considered "Nazi" music. Well, whatever, I like the music and I don't see how singing about being proud of European heritage is lumped into the "Nazi" category and deemed racist! From what I know, Rap music is about being proud of being a ghetto thug, who's got the hottest booty and most bling, and there are some really blatant anti-white and anti-women lyrics, but no one dares to go after that because of the NAACP or something.  (Now there's something else..."politically correct"???? There is absolutely NOTHING correct about politics these days is there?)  Hey, that's what's it all about, people voicing their opinions whether it's politically correct or not. If one race or religion is allowed to voice their opinions without sanctions, why can't all races?

My heritage is mostly Irish and I happen to know that the Irish have been a persecuted race for centuries. It didn't end when my ancestors came over here to America because of the potato famine or whatever they came here for either. You just don't hear about Irish persecution and discrimination until you really do some researching. I think it's also because we Irish didn't have a group to stick up for us like other races have had. They dealt with it on their own, and you certainly don't hear anyone Irish whining about how their great-grandfather was an indentured servant or had to take the worst jobs available because the Irish "weren't welcome." I'd  really hate to think that if I was actually able to write music and sing, and recorded songs about how the O'Neills were kings of Ulster or what the Irish went through at the turn of the century here in America that someone would come after me and call me a "Nazi"!

Again, I am not knocking people of other races, I am just trying to point out the hypocrisy and ignorance of so many people. It's that old refrain- "Why can't we just all get along?"

I might also point out I have probably gone off on this tangent because I don't want to deal with some of my own "stuff" and am distracting myself with something totally out there! :) I guess it worked for a little bit.

Now it's time to make dinner. I'm off to cook, with all kinds of crazy music playing in the background and me singing totally off key until Mr. Country Music Leon gets home and ruins my concert. That's how I roll.

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