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09/30/02 - Operation Enduring Irritation ... I so love that title! I stole it. It’s the title of a humerous political commentary that I found at the Powells Books website: BIBLIOLATRY: OPERATION ENDURING IRRITATION Should we invade? Should we allow the weapons inspectors to do their work? Carlisle claims there's a third, far less controversial, alternative: he calls on America to irritate Saddam into submission and provides a list of possible tactics. We could drop ten thousand copies of Celine Dion's Greatest Hits onto the streets of Baghdad. Or leaflet the Iraqi countryside with samples of Jewel's poetry.... The article is amusing. That title though, it really got to me. First of all, I seem to be in a pattern of enduring. Enduring: 1) lasting; permanent. 2) patient; long-suffering (long and patient endurance of injury or trouble). I’ve always felt that patience is a virtue. You know, good things come to those who wait. I’m hoping that’s true. However, I’m not sure I’ve personally experienced the proof yet. I’m ashamed to say I may be stuck in patiently enduring trouble mode, which translates to longsuffering. Say it isn’t so! Trouble seeks me out. I’m a magnet for it. And that, makes me very Irritated: To excite to impatience or anger. And, if you take it litterally, Enduring Irritation isn’t actually possible. It appears you would end up patiently impatient!!! It seems a bit confusing, to say the least. But it may indeed explain why I’m getting very frustrated with it all. All = all the bullshit. Sorry, but I’m listening to Bob Dylan music ... makes me feel like protesting. THEY say ... Oh, no, I’m really going back now. Who the hell is THEY? Do you always listen to what THEY say? OK, so let me put it differently, I’ve heard ... that if you always go where you’ve always gone, then you’re always gonna get what you’ve always got. I think I’ve found a pretty good path to walk in the last few years, I’m just thinking I may be getting off to meander a little too often, which has resulted in enduring a little too much trouble. So, I’ve decided to stage a moritorium against endurance. No more going where I’ve always gone, no more long-suffering, no more being stuck, no more trouble. I’m not stopping to rest on that path either, because I think if you linger too long, settle, the only thing you may get is weeds growing over you. So, off I go up that path, looking for ... Well, not sure I should be looking for anything. The other day Bookman and I were discussing personal growth, I think that’s what we were discussing anyway. Bookman said something very interesting. He said we may find good use in things we aren’t looking for. I sure hope that doesn’t mean I have to be patient! |