Wednesday, June 7 2006
setting: Woodland Hills, California
This was the first morning that mother duck was not in evidence in and around the pool. It seemed she'd given up on the possibility of finding her ducklings. The phases of dealing with loss, whatever they are (and I don't remember) have been conditioned by many winnowings of evolution to always conclude with acceptance. Without that, mother ducks who lost their young would never get their shit together and start making another nest.
Drive time commute talk radio in Los Angeles, at least the stations Luc turns in, are all uniformly right wing. Bill O'Reilly even has a talk show which he uses to not, as he says, spin, whatever that means (once he's done not spinning its meaning). Orwellian statements come even easier to these people than lies.
Not that Luc himself is right wing; he seems to be more of a Bush-hating libertarian. He finds his taxes somewhat painful living in the bracket he does, but he drives a Porsche, which is, as everyone who buys one intends it to be, an indication of discretionary income, the sort that a just society taxes heavily. Though I myself drive a used Honda Civic without power windows, who's to say what I'd be driving if I was paying a six figure tax bill?
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