Livejournal was a place to catch up on what was going on in my friends lives. It was a place to hear good news and bad news and to know what was important to the people I care about. Those days are gone. Livejournal has become a forum for people to whimper and whine when the political situation was not going their way and to gloat when it is. I
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i'm sorry you're getting overwhelmed by it and feeling attacked by people.
i'm hoping i'm not included as a gloating party in the above rant since most of my whining is much more personal than political. (ie cats, house, etc). if i am, then i'm terribly sorry and certainly didn't mean to attack you or any of the republicans i know and respect.
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If there are still journals that you enjoy or people you only keep updated with on LJ, I'd suggesting cutting out all other LJs on your friends list so you onlny see/read things that you're interested in and make you happy.
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I will understand if you choose to ignore this comment, and I wish you and Joe well for the future.
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The invitation still stands. We're not going to tell you you're not welcome in our household because your politics differ from ours, because that's blatantly not true, and we don't work that way. And this is true not only for Thanksgiving but also for poker or anything else we organize. We haven't done anything in a while, but, well, things have been kinda chaotic around here, y'know?
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written mostly with my fingers in my ears
**
The world is bright. The world is loud.
Color spreads in waves
And chaos in the clouds.
We spread sails on the foretopmast
Catching from the noise
The whispers of the world.
We'd love to catch the wind that loves:
Our fellow sailors
Speaking in words of light
The world is loud: a leeward shore.
Beautiful and wild
And rising to a roar.
We are the animal that strains
To catch sounds
That the wind drowns out
We cannot hear. We cannot speak.
The sails thunder.
Terror makes the mast to creak.
Wonder sprays.
If under this riot of sound
Some blessed meaning
Should be found
Then night will tell. The wind must park
People answer for
Each other in the quiet and the dark.
Copyright (C) 2006, R. Sean Borgstrom
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Literally, lest this be misunderstood. ^_^
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