Gentle, Angry People

“I ain’t afraid of your Yahweh. I ain’t afraid of your Allah. I ain’t afraid of your Jesus. I’m afraid of what you do in the name of your God.” — Holly Near, “I Ain’t Afraid”

Every year, longtime social activist and singer/songwriter Holly Near swings down to Orange County and gives a concert at my church, always to a packed house. This year the date was set for yesterday evening, and I was fortunate enough to be able to attend — on a comp, no less! Admittedly, prior to about a month ago I’d only ever heard of her once — and even then it was through a passing reference in one of Erma Bombeck’s books — so I really didn’t know what to expect, although I was definitely hoping for a good old fashioned “We Shall Overcome” moment or two. And as it turns out, that’s exactly what I got.
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Hello World!

I really wanted to write on here earlier this morning in order to procrastinate and now, I will do the same. Also, Trevor wrote this nice, long diatribe about Lent and how he’s given up Lent for Lent and how Unitarians don’t do Lent, they do Happy Hour. And I was thinking about a real response to this well thought-out post, and I thought, “What can I write that could be a thoughtful response beyond, ‘Now I want In-n-Out, bastard’?” And in thinking about that, I tangentially moved into contemplating the proper grammar for the above sentence and forgot entirely the point that I wanted to make. Alas. Ahem. So, essentially I’m instead writing this megapost about writing a post and actually using quite a lot of words to say absolutely nothing. You can expect great things from me, dear readers, in posts to come. I have another blog, to which I am the only contributor, which also recounts the inanities of my life with similar verbosity; it is linked on the side of the page, right over there —–>
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