Well, I guess we can call last week- “The Week Where Nothing Got Done”
A few months ago we had “The Week Without Heat”. You see, literally a few hours before I went on stage at the Tranny Awards, one of the people I share my house with called to say the furnace had quit and the house was cold.
I relayed this person the steps to reset the furnace, and all I heard from the other end of the line was yelling about the thing catching on fire, and then I had to calm them down and tell them where the emergency shut off switch was.
I was going to be home in 2 days but we arranged for a repair. The furnace was indeed broken and the first repairman took it half apart, declared it a lost cause and promptly left it half apart, requiring another repairman to finish fixing it. Which means there was a week huddled up around the fireplace. That was late February.
March I was able to get a bunch of work done but of course early April was consumed with sorting out my finances, because early April is the only time of the year I actually open that pile of bills on my kitchen table.
But the joy and elation of getting my taxes done quickly became the horror and unfolding drama of the Boston Marathon bombings and manhunt for the suspects.
What a week. What a fucking week. Holy mother of God, what a crazy ass week.
I’m not sure what to say about it all right now. I did have a lot to say a week ago, but damn if I’m all tired out on having an opinion about it.
Like Bostonians and many people who have lived there and go there a lot, it really does hit home, and so many of us are still in shock.
I’ve been on that stretch of road where the bombings occurred, countless times. I was actually on the way up to Boston after my H&R Block meeting, when I heard the news. Actually I tend to avoid Boston when the marathon is happening, because it’s a traffic nightmare.
I also spent two semesters at UMass Dartmouth, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s school, and lastly I worked in Watertown years ago, so I know all those places they were showing the day of the manhunt.
It really does hit home. And I speak for everyone in Boston who was determined to catch these guys. Which is why when I see conspiracy theory nonsense cropping up, I usually blow a head gasket, and it made me write something on my personal facebook page that I’m pretty proud of, and I think needs to be shared:
Okay, if you’re one of these “Free Jahar” conspracy theory idiots, then you are saying that “we’re only getting the media and the official’s side of the story!!”
Then you’re basically saying that the media and the officials are all liars.
…which means there’s a massive conspiracy involving everyone.. EVERYONE but YOU. It involves all people who make all the laws. I mean, it MUST, right? Because if it didn’t involve them ALL, then someone further down the chain would have blown the whistle, right?
So with all this corruption and everyone being in on the conspiracy, why follow ANY laws? At all? You might as well drive everywhere 200 miles an hour, AND on the sidewalk! “Taxes? Nah, Not paying them! Land ownership? nah. I don’t respect anyone’s privacy. Hell, I go wherever I want to! Anyone has a problem with it? They’re part of the conspiracy! Hell, I punch them. Fuck it, I’ll kill ’em. They’re part of the problem, right?”
Which basically means that if you’re one of these “Free Jahar/Jahar was framed” idiots, believing this all in the face of a mountain of evidence and now confessions, you basically have the same disdain and distrust for ANY authority to the point where you probably could and would fight against such perceived “tyranny”.. with…. what? Well, with whatever you can get your hands on.
Like, I dunno. Pressure cookers, nails, BB’s and backpacks?
I rest my case.
So anyway, I may continue to vent here and there about it, but the idiocy on things like twitter just makes me want to switch the internet off.
In any event, things are getting back to normal now in my neck of the woods, and I hope to be working on a new shoot later in the week..
-Tara
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