Anyplace else this might be a protest against the celebration of an icon who actually was a pretty nasty character.
But in Pittston PA the nasty is often elevated. The mafia have dinner in peace there (in my uncle's restaurant in days past). Culm dumps made quick profit and now burn on into eternity as nobody's problem. Corruption reaches to shocking levels (well, shocking for the rest of the nation. In Pittston, it's business as usual)
Many years ago, when the evils of Columbus Day were making headlines, my father was asked by a reporter, "do you support the people protesting Columbus Day?". They cleaned up my father's response to : "I'd throw something at them." What he really said was:
"I'd throw acid on them."
I know this cuz he was upset they softened his words and repeated the story for family and friends many times. At least his name was in the paper.
My father wasn't a violent man but he had a violent mind. I think I've pretty much inherited that. Maybe that's why I can't keep friends. Sooner or later I'll let down my guard and say something outrageous.
Outrageous even for Pittston. I don't mean to. It doesn't seem outrageous to me. It's just my thoughts.
This is why I enjoy Facebook. I belong to several groups that are uncensored. Where people post ugly vile thoughts and aren't banned for life. LOL
when I try to join a normal group, I'm usually booted out within days. I've learned to keep my mouth shut. But sometimes I forget. Or something seems so funny to me I MUST share it. It rarely seems funny to anyone else.
People tell me I write well and should write a memoir. Well, I've had a colorful life but I'm afraid of alienating mass audiences.
This blog is a compromise. Dipping my toes in.
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