Cult Bunker

His comedic portrayal of a working-class bigot brought political and social issues into the popular dialogue of the time.--bio.com

Mother's sister and I too had a brief rapport, recollecting that I am not entirely stranded at the mercy of Presby's institutional cruelty. What you think of the depth of my emotional scarring is one thing, but my immediate family is another. As far as I know they do not have the time to read my posts: Billy is overwhelmed; Marie his mother is losing more body parts than Lindsay; my mother's sister is now an honorary bionic woman in her own right; my father is an exhausted octogenarian; my half brother is busy scrambling for his debt and family affluence, and my sister Stephanie is doing the rocky horror show as a reluctant nurse with four kids in a strained marriage.

Aunt Mary, Catholic Principal cyborg grandmother extraordinaire, wants to support me by subscribing to my Examiner page while she assures me she is looking for a way for me to return home.

I have conceded defeat in my hatred of minority home rule and will do anything she wants to get the fuck away from Presby, but even if cowardice leads me to change my examiner profile, eliminating my blogger url, I think it is best I not send her the link-- meaning there are limits on what Mary should see about my hardness as a writer.

Norman Lear created Archie Bunker in order to savage white reactionism, but the character became a celebrated cult hero, uniting me and grandmother Pauline and Big Lou with bowls of mint chocolate chip. I asked Mary to forgive me for being a "rotten kid,". She said I wasn't and wished she had been more engaged. She was a great aunt, sparing her two nieces and nephew the worst of her older sister's narcissistic instability. I want to go home. I'll chafe, but cannot take it here anymore with what has been done to me.