Spring Fundraiser 2013, Day 6
[Not all white folk are bad. Some are just crazy. Others are Stuck on Stupid and Can’t Help it]
We kept delaying our Fundraising Week hoping for two things: that our health would improve, and that there would be nothing on the national/global agenda to turn readers’ attention elsewhere. Gates of Vienna is a small undertaking; we didn’t want our efforts to get buried under more important events. But if we delayed much longer… well, would we end up procrastinating forever?
We looked both ways anxiously; we scanned the skies for portents. We
argued civilly discussed a theme. I won. Thus on April 14th we girded our loins (whatever that means), collected some images and set about making more sandbags for the foxhole.
[Okay, so we forgot about Tax Day. But lots of self-employed people skip April 15th too, and for the same reasons we do: it’s easier to avoid the rush when you’re not getting anything back so why not avoid the present pain? Just send in your quarterly vigorish and be done with it.]
Having been burned by the karma of world-shakingly vital sports events coinciding with our efforts to raise money before, I checked this time: no World Soccer Cups on the horizon, and no sports playoffs being mentioned on Drudge. No. Eternal. Olympic. Events. No big elections or royal weddings. No major jihad slaughter with endlessly horrific bloody pictures spewed by the ever-hungry MSM…
…Thinking we were safe, we looked both ways and made a run for it, dashing toward the sandbags and sproing! we were over the side and safely in.
Hah. We weren’t “safely” anywhere. That Karma Dude laughed so hard at the week he’d arranged for the country that he was forced to go lie down. But not before blessing our efforts with as many disasters as it was possible to improvise on short order.
that old Kingston Trio happy dirge, “The Merry Minuet” has been on my mental replay all day:
They’re rioting in Africa
They’re starving in Spain,
There’s hurricanes in Florida
And Texas needs rain…
The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls…
And no wonder. Surely lots of other people — especially those directly involved in horrible events — are doing far more than singing sad songs. The rest of us can only commiserate, either in sympathy or in remembrance of the moments when our own worlds were irrevocably shattered by loss.
So this bloody week is drawing to a close and none too soon. Good heavens, what can you say about a Monday-through-Friday nightmare that began with earthquakes in Oklahoma and slaughter in Boston, followed by even worse slaughter in the cataclysm of a fertilizer plant explosion and firestorm which decimated a small Texas town?
Oh, wait. Did I mention the havoc wreaked by the weather? As snowstorms moved from the Upper West into Minnesota they were warning Dakotans about black ice — in mid-April, no less. Now great lashings of wind and rain and tornado weather have stormed up from Florida to New York — surely deluge enough even for King Lear on his heath. We were left in the clammy cold aftermath as it predictably took our electric power for a few unpleasant hours.