RDP Friday – Isolate
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Pioneer Square is sort of functioning- some businesses are open but the usual hordes of workers are not here.
What is still here are the homeless people and they seem to be enjoying the elbow room.
They’re oblivious to traffic signals and crosswalk lights ( yeah well, it’s not like there are a lot of vehicles on the road ) and a few of them are actually laughing- it’s not the tight on edge laugh that verges on a scream.
Maybe it’s a relief to them to not be actively ignored by every single person who walks by with a phone in one hand and a Starbucks cup in the other.
That little snap shot aside, what you can really see today- that when you take out the ‘haves’ and leave the ‘have nots’ is how stark and sad and desperate the homeless situation is.
There is no distracting you from the woman who is half dressed and with no shoes on and dirt ground into her hands and face is crying for her Mom because she is tired and cold and wants to go to bed.
I’ll bet she says the same thing every day, but does anyone ever see her? Hear her? Probably not. But today there are no distractions and today she will get your undivided attention and if you don’t see her on a day like this, it’s safe to say you lack any measure of empathy or anything that could pass for a Soul.
Today the emptiness of Pioneer Square blew that woman in my mind’s eye up to epic proportions.
I can take the train into Seattle and I can take it out again. If I get sick I can crawl into my warm cozy bed with my TV remote close by and my favorite comfort foods and medicines in my pantry and medicine cabinet if I need them.
I even have a dog and a cat to keep me company and if I need help I can get it from my family.
I am not alone.
But here in Pioneer Square life- such as it is, will go on for the ‘have nots’- but those of us who” have” won’t be here to see it- not that some of us ever did.
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I hate the Bernie Bros and the Millennials who think that Obama didn’t ‘try hard enough’ when he was President to give them everything they wanted with the stroke of a pen.
I hate the Berners who fell all over themselves to thank the Latinos in Nevada for giving them a good night but I happen to personally know a few of you Berners who haven’t done SHIT for that community in our state so seriously- stop embarrassing yourselves. They served you well in Nevada and that’s what you were thanking them for.
I don’t know what Super Tuesday will bring but knowing that you had a CRAPTACULAR night in South Carolina made up for the ocean of verbal vomit you’ve been spewing all over social media and on my commute home.
Lucky for you seeing you melt down over SC helped firm my resolve to vote for BS IF he becomes the nominee.
But to be frank, the lot of you- including Saint Bernie, are skating on thin Freaking Ice so much like the delegate count after Tuesday we still have a long way to go.
I doubt if I am the only person who feels this way.
Try to ” BERN” potential voters for BS a little less- remember…every vote counts
ALL OF THEM.
The boisterous winds and Neptune waves have tost me too and fro.
By God’s decree you plainly see
I am harboured here below
(Sleepy Hollow, NY)
Anne Marie and the family dog reading to her son.
Lavender Hill Cemetery London
West Norwood Cemetery London
She was broken,
we were broken
she meant nothing to me at all
in the end
he said sadly through a cloud of smoke
to his hot Mama, the Goddess
his true love
on the night of his final betrayal.
And they lived happily ever after
until she came back
from the dead and tracked the dirt they buried her in
As we reflect on the year gone by and plan for the year that will soon be upon us
I have been turning this thought over in my head.
What do you do when you see people blowing kisses and likes to each other on Facebook but in the real world they’re trash talking each other and throwing other people under the bus?
I’m serious- do they think those two realities won’t over lap at some point because say…oh I don’t know horror writers are always looking for a good idea and twisted people to base their characters on-for example-writers like me.
What better time to post a creepy commercial featureing a baby angel then during the Christmas season?