Esoteric Drifter

Inspiration comes from odd places, the controvesy of the Iranian election, and the response of the Iranian people, have brought a couple of haikus out of my mind.

Why haiku?
It can fit into a Twitter post.

Weaving a thick rope
Each bold sacrifice a thread,
Strangle Tyranny

The far shores reveal
A familiar ring in ear,
Liberty is near

As winter to spring
A tyranny’s usurping,
By the bird’s chirping

In the fearful night
The brave birds twitting announce
A coming spring light

Spring colors in air
To the world we declare
This dissension is fair

Rage at all people
Endanger the protected
Death to innocent.

A little late for the hype here’s my take, full of assumption and personal innuendo. (because that’s the norm in news these days)

Iranian ballots are counted in an hour:
Obviously this isn’t fraud, the Ballots were obviously counted by some form of electoral college. Most likely a group of Ahmadinejad buddies got together had dinner, exchanged a few jokes, and eventually someone said.
“Ok, enough of this foolishness let’s count ballots!” this was followed by an aye/nay vote.
This is clearly a direct copy of the greatest form of government ‘by the people, for the people’ the American Constitution.

Here’s where everything went wrong:
The people were pissed off, obviously they weren’t used to an electoral college, and instead of switching the channel of their TVs and eating more potato chips, they took to the streets and started burning stuff. Sounds like something Americans would do before they decided to take the role of complacent cows who give their votes to a few score of unknown people to select their president.

Again, none of this information is in anyway substantiated. It is a figment of my imagination.

My Aunt has asked me to help her this week with her swimming lessons. I would normally avoid dozens of wailing children at the pool, but could use the extra cash.
It promises to be an experience at best, and a good excuse to get a tan.

Networking payed off today, as I was able to find affordable housing very close to NGCSU. As I was visiting a friend, after a day of looking at cheep crack houses and overpriced rentals, he mentioned a couple girls who were looking for a roommate. 30min later, I was set on this great place! Now If I could only rely on networking to get a job…

There were many reasons why we were always hungry. So many, in fact, we really had no idea why we were always so hungry.
One of those reasons was becasuse there were so many of us. Six of us crammed into a small appartment. I can’t remember if it was in a good neigborhood or not, I was to young at the time to recognize that sort of thing. I remember being hungry.
It did occur to me that I didn’t have many toys, and my wardrobe was most likely comming from donations, I didn’t mind much of anything at all, besides the hunger.
My Mother, worked the night shift a local grocery store. My father had left, dissapeered, to this day I still don’t rember quite why he left. Even decades later, after I met him again, after I forgave him, he doesn’t quite remember why. I remember being hungry.
I remember one night, when the hunger was bad. When it bit harder than ussual, and we all felt it. I remember it vividly, the small portions of Beans, and balogna grilled and served like a stake, half a slice each. The youngest started to cry, she demanded more, and complained. Her plight was heard, and commisseration spread. We pleaded to our mother for more, ‘We’re still hungry Mama, why can’t we have more’ my younger brother asked, his plea was soon followed by a chorus of complaints. We had been hungry, and we didn’t understand why.
There was no more food to give us, there was only the portion my mother had saved for herself, and now she was crying, as she divided it into six equal parts, and served them to us. Us older children protested, understanding her sacrifice. But she had already made up her mind and dismised our arguments, told us to finish eating, and sent us to bed. We were still hungry, and I was still awake as she left for work that night, hungry.