I care not a whit for the puerile prattle of fools in high places, what some call politicians, a circus masquerading as a convent. Pusillanimous panderers proffer alliterative platitudes about Stronger Than The Storm – bathed in bright lights and heart pounding drumbeats, emblazoned with stirring rhetoric. Bullshit abounds in the halls of the false prophets who shew forth vaporous wonders to seduce the electorate.
And yet we are still here. Not stronger than before, not stronger than the storm, but we stand here still – offering this single digit salute.
Beyond the folly of FEMA and all of the acronyms, beyond the Red Crosses and empty promises, we are still here. Those who died, those who survived, those whose lives and homes were shattered, we are all still here. Remembering…
I recall a stuffed Buzz Lightyear stuck to the door of a dislocated doorway. No sign of the occupants. No sign of the children of Halloween.
I remember a Tigger peering out from under a pile of shingles that had been a roof. Allstate got many miles from their photographs, their subscribers were well screwed. Capital, It Fails Us Now.
I know a young girl, a surrealist by trade, who said, “Dad, Halloween really sucked this year.” All I could say was, “Yes it did.”
I remember a day, a day when we were young, and loved Halloween dearly. Can we have it back?
And at the last, to Sandy on her anniversary, I say, “Verpiß dich.”