Faith and miracles

I struggle with faith, (and is that so hard to believe?) For one thing, much of what I thought I knew is NOT. For example, even regarding grammar, I learned this past summer that a comma is not simply a benign pause, it is now used as a symbol for wasted, destroyed lives.

But before I get into that, just look at what's been turned up-side-down: Spinach salad makes you sick; Cher is eagerly selling all her good stuff; the squandering Democrats have become the fiscal conservatives; sanctimonious hero Mel Gibson has stumbled from grace; a smirking chimpanzee was elected President of these United States of America - twice! And everyone knows what happened to Pluto. It's all too bewildering, unsettling.

And then, this past week another Turn of events - a small miracle - happened. Shame became a Windfall, a good thing, when the (R.)congressman from Florida was found to have behaved inappropriately (however and presumably, no one child seems to have been harmed permanenty), and, sucked down down down into the maelstrom was his very protector, the (R.) Speaker of the House! (This doesn't necessarily make sense, but it's happening.)

Lest I be accused of feeling too much glee over this, remember how the Republicans have endlessly hailed their moral superiority - by redefining all morality, and therefore all shame, as sexual (which allows for the hideously immoral Murder for Profit Iraq War). And it bought them votes.

Should this Disgustion (I just made that word up) become the means by which balance is restored in our government, then YIIII HAA!! Maybe more of them votes will go Democratic in November.

Back to that comma: Never forget that Bush tried to evaporate the painful significance of all the death his regime has caused: "I like to tell people when the final history is written on Iraq, it will look like just a comma because there is -- my point is, there's a strong will for democracy." I don't think I have faith in Democracy anymore, now that I know what it really means.

Forget faith, I even struggle to stay gentle.

PS. The spinach seeds are taking their time.