[Personal note]

I’m approaching 25 years of marriage.

A double-digit number.

No kids.

A kind, nondeceitful mother in-law.

In good health at 93+.

I won’t live forever.

Of my dreams, wishes, goals and ambitions for the rest of my life, which ones do not include my wife and/or her family?

I am only a temporary set of states of energy, born into a subculture that preaches “until death do us part” and “thou shall not kill” inside a culture that promotes divorce and abortion.

Caught in a current current that evaluates the validity of multiculturalism.

Do business owners want a monoculture with fewer overall sales or a multicultural clientele with higher profits?

Depends on what they’re selling.

A few years ago, I might be repeating, I planned to check into the Old Ground Inn in Ennis. A colleague told me to make sure I asked for the American suite.

That night, a maid walked in to fold down the sheets of the bed.

She turned off the overhead light, turned on the bedside lamp, closed the drapes, turned on the radio and asked if I wanted her to “dance.”

All while I was working to complete a spreadsheet I needed to email to my boss in the States before he walked in to an important meeting.

Who was dancing for whom?

I dug out my wallet, handed the maid one euro, sixty, and pushed her out the door. I didn’t need a DSK special to further my career.

Do I worry I’ll see more brown people wearing saris and burqas in a former sleepy cotton town of north Alabama than white farmers and their wives with beehive hairdos?

I grew up with the latter, not the former.

My best friends in first and second grade were black but I attended a high school with no black/African-American students (not completely white Christian, though; some Jewish, some Japanese, some Filipino, and some I don’t remember at this moment).

Who is trying to build fear in me by pointing out population changes that I can observe but, being childless, don’t care about?

Some days, I’d rather be dead than listen to the fearmongers and multiculturalists.

The rest of the time, I meditate, pray and pick where to fight the good fight.

I’ll be dead soon enough, if the periodic numbness alternating between my left and right sides, or the dizziness I feel when I turn my head to either side is any indication.

I lived a life.

I set an example of myself to myself.

Everything else was an illusion to entertain me while I…

[We close this entry announcing that funeral arrangement are being made at this time.]