On Labor Day

"It's not that I don't have some sympathy for Ms. Kane. As the old saying goes, just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there aren't people out to get you."-- Brian O'Neill

Media sometimes obfuscates as much as it informs, and I personally have no stake in whether the once vaunted Attorney General stays or goes. I did not like that she declined to defend Pennsylvania's defense of marriage act before SCOTUS nullified two thousand years of Judeo-Christian principles, nor did I care for her investigation of an assisted suicide case that wasn't, as re-litigated by the free daily City Paper. The daughter did not actively help her father die, so it was moot whether we're for or against euthanasia, but this whole scenario is patently absurd. Kathleen Kane is anyone's starling sister whom we wish to see succeed, and what her tribulations expose says less about her and more about the fact that if one of the oldest European land masses in the New World has lost the ability to govern, and China's state model is no particular antidote, I might as well take a sip of water, lie down, and pass away after a few weeks of excruciating dehydration.

My post title refers to a youthful stanza about never having anything to do on these lesser ceremonial holidays. Same conditions apply at the age of 53 with a dollar in the bank, but this hardship is entirely my fault, as I refuse to reapply for EBT or SSI, and will continue to refuse until the state forces me against my will, even as I milk homicidal aggression to get off my mattress finally, both the fault of the mattress and the poor quality of the Jazzy. I want a live-in companion, not an aide so much as an ambulatory friend, and that is easier said. I'm not Wonder Woman, but I am not all that sick despite incontinence and my lung function decline, and yet thinking out of the box to help a fiercely independent disabled writer beat welfare abuse is too much to ask, evidently. 

People living together is analogous to a courtship, I know, but this is in the spirit of the new collaborative economy. Think about it, pass the word. I'm willing to leave Philadelphia, and even consign my felines to lethal injection. My entire online life has been a cry for change.