Is it possible for a civilian
to have post-traumatic stress disorder?
Brenda was clinically depressed the whole time
Bush was in. Sometime she shouted "Whistle-Ass"
at the TV set, but mostly, she was numb. I thought I was
more cynical. Impervious. At least, stronger. I was a veteran.
Today, I was reading Simon Schama's The American Future: A History
about Obama in Iowa, election night, when it all began to happen,
and the afternoon jazz program played Rahsaan Roland Kirk, playing "I'll Be
Seeing You," and I started sobbing, and couldn't stop. Could there be hope? I'm afraid
to believe it. Could it be? The knotheads didn't go away. The TV, today
Morning Joe had on Oprah Winfrey's friend, Gayle, and asked her whether
she thought the president was dithering or not. It makes you miss Imus,
bad as he was. At least he wasn't Morning Joe. Westbrook Pegler revisited.
Gayle is editor-at-large for O magazine.
She earned her journalistic chops.
She came up the hard way.
Not like some cupcakes
I could name.
Is it me who's crazy? Why can't I stop crying?
It's embarrassing. I'm 70. I've done everything but
commit murder or make love to a man.
Aiee, the phantom. As Horace Tapscott said.
He got a racist jacket hung on him.
Pan Afrikan Peoples Arkestra
The Ark.