Posted by
RedDot on Friday, February 01, 2008 12:22:54 AM
I have freely admitted on numerous occasion just how hard it is for me to ask for help. I am generally pig-headed in this regard. I admit it. I would much rather be the helper than the helpee.
I really don't think, no, I know there is not a superiority issue involved. I think that pre-disposition is based upon a deeply worn track in the mental vinyl that says, "Earn it."
This one is way beyond me - I am asking for help - PLEASE. No - PRETTY PLEEEASE!! Sugar, maple syrup, chocolate and/or bon bons on top. Please, please, please - please God, just a small earthquake. Nothing big - just focused.
I know there was a promise of no more water. I think fire is not what You prefer to use. I really know I should not be asking. BUT I am over the top. I think a mistake was made and life from some other planet was mistakenly allowed to take over a very small part of our country.
A small, targeted, efficient earthquake would fix it. I'm sure. Drop that little piece of dirt into the ocean and return the alien souls to wherever they were supposed to be in the first place.
This - Berkeley (yes - go ahead - click the link and see the results of bodysnatchers for yourself ) - defies any judgement that it is composed of life that by any earthly standard would be deemed "sentient". There has been a mistake.
So - please God - just a small one. I am out of patience. I know it's wrong.
I know we should be after the "hearts and minds" but... what do we do when those both are missing?