At last, I'm leaving the office. (Sad rant. Sorry)

[rbnyc]

I'm going home now. I miss my baby. The world is so heartbreaking. My head is just spinning. I can't stop thinking of all the families who've lost their mothers and fathers and sons and daughters, and arms and legs and minds in this horrible illegal war that we worked so hard to prevent...and we did a good job, we did so much, what else do we have to do. And I can't stop thinking about the sick crimes we afflict one another with in this, most privileged society on Earth, ripping babies from the womb, and dismembering our own children, and raping, and spreading AIDS on purpose. And I can't stop thinking about formula companies that send free samples of powdered formula to women in countries with no clean water, just enough so they stop lactating, and then have no choice but to feed their babies poison. When I feed my son, I look down at him so lovingly. I know all mothers must look down at their babies with such love, with such love as they poison them to death. That one photo, that one girl running from the napalm in Vietnam, that helped stop the war, right? So we're told? How many more images do we need? How much more do we need to see? When will we heal? When will we stop, not just killing, but viciously, violently, murdering each other? When will we heal?

I had to get it out. Now I'm going home. I'm going to feed my baby, my good breast milk, that I try so hard to make sure is full of good foods, but must have a certain amount of crap in it because I live and breathe in New York, but it's the best I can do, it's the very best thing I can do.

I'm going to feed my baby and try to sleep.

I had to rant. I'm sorry. It just gets to be too much, I know you all know that.

EDIT: Added warning in subject. Thanks again. I just felt like I couldn't even open my office door til I got that out. I thought I was going to really freak out.

[hippiechick]

1. Waaaaah, I'm still at work !! It's 8 pm !!!

:(

At least there's a hockey game to listen to online :)


:hippie:

[rbnyc]

2. Working late on Friday night officially sucks.

Glad you've got your hockey.

[Shakespeare]

3. Beautiful and sad, at the same time....

You've just expressed how I feel inside lately--but you're blessed to have that precious boy to look at, which I know must make you feel just a little better.

DU is lucky to have you, rbnyc. Kiss that baby for all of us when he's finished eating.

:hug:

[rbnyc]

4. Thanks. I will.

Reason I'm not rushing, is that my husband and son went out to dinner with the grandparents, and I don't want to beat them home. I don't want to be alone waiting for them. I feel too freaky right now.

Thanks so much for your post.

[Cuban_Liberal]

5. For the cost of Bush's war, everyone on the planet could have clean water.

It's one of my 'hot button' issues, too.

:hug:

[rbnyc]

6. Exactly.

I can't believe people want things to be this way.

OK, I'm really going now.

:loveya:

[Cuban_Liberal]

7. Be well.

Your child has a good mommy.

:hug:

[rbnyc]

12. I'm home...

...everyone's sleeping. Soon I shall be too. I hope.

Thanks for the compliment.

:)

[liberalhistorian]

8. My son is thirteen, nearly

fourteen, and I can't stop thinking about all the troops who've lost their lives in Iraq and how he'll be of draft age in just a few short years. I can't imagine what those families are going through.

[rbnyc]

11. Please let it be over before your son reaches draft age.

Please let it be over by then. We need to replace war. More and more people realize this. Great people are working to make this happen. Those who stand in our way...I hope they someday realize, I hope they someday care. I hope they feel the grief of sudden consciousness and conscience.

[teryang]

9. Left work late friday night, will work sat, sun, etc.

Generally bring work home with me, work for low pay and have an outrageous work load. My predecessor told me it was an 80 hour a week job. He was right.

Wife lives the same way.

We are exploited. This is living in feudal bushworld. We only live to work.

The holidays are meaningless to me and her because we get no holidays, although our employers are in different sectors and have nothing to do with each other the similarities are uncanny. Three hurricanes did not interrupt my relentless workload nor hers. In fact it got worse. Interestingly enough, the only thing that interupts my work calendar, but not my workload are bureaucratic events, rather than holidays or weekends. The big cheeses are shifting positions and going on training seminars, two week break in New Year calendar after their Christmas break, but caseload still grows relentlessly, choking me all the more. Now that I am almost dead and may be replaced, they are doubling my position to 2 workers. I was doing this work by myself. I guess they are ready to lay me off and bring in new people now that I am exhausted.

As far as the war and killing go, its a wonderfully lucrative business for some, especially the civilian employees. 40 hour work week with holidays and benefits too! I must admit I have been tempted to sign up although I find it morally repugnant. Lately, I've been getting the feeling, you're not ethical, just stupid. Give in to the darkside. That is what the huge overallocation of discretionary national resources on the war machine is all about.

[GOPisEvil]

10. Aw, honey...

:hug:

[rbnyc]

You are always there when I'm blue.

I can count on ya'! :loveya:

How's the house?

[GOPisEvil]

14. Still standing, despite my best efforts!

:loveya:

[SarahB]

13. I know that feeling.

It's all just so much sometimes and it's overwhelming and then you look down at this sweet baby in your arms and it's all just so bittersweet because you want it all to be better so they never have to feel an ounce of pain stemming from all the assorted messes of life and society.
:hug:

Oh, and boycott Nestle. (I have a feeling you already know this though. :))

[rbnyc]

15. That's it exactly.

Having Garrison is the single most optimistic, hopeful, positive thing I have ever done. But what a choice I made for him. And optimism is hard to sustain these days.