Sure, she'd be committed to reincarnating as the embodiment of compassion, but she'd also understand this noble truth: sometimes you gotta smack a few people across the back of the head to get them to understand. Capeesh?
Her father, the wise sage Micheleantonio Fantetti, would say "No get upset. You only hurt yourself and make yourself sick this way."
He grew up in the birthplace of fascism, in a society struggling with scarcity and marinating in misogyny, so he knows. Having earned his PhD in HardKnocks from Università Scuola di Vita, he found out it's a bad idea to put your head against a wall and bang it repeatedly in an effort to make the world tilt in a better direction.
Spring sprang a few weeks ago but this wannabe-Buddha (we'll call her Avalokiteufemia) hasn't let that get in the way of her distress. Perhaps a little less time spent listening to news that insults the intelligence of plankton would do the trick. Miracle cure. One day of not following trumplomania and her attitude improved.
So. Along with not achieving enlightenment (#LifeGoals), I've missed posting here every month because a new project is being created, composted, dreamed into existence, imagined, written, re-written, refined and coming out with Mother Tongue Publishing in Fall 2019. That's where all my focus is going when I'm not teaching or ranting about my zero tolerance for fascists. Holy goddess, those people suck lemons.
Let's raise a glass to that truth. I'm feeling the need for another fight song - one from my life soundtrack, #1 on the charts the week I was born. Scooby dooby doo I'm gonna dance this frustration away.