LTDL--Joe McCarthy and Barney Fife

Today Ricky told his mom to tell me to not use silly names he don’t understand and like. But actually the computer was making a loud noise at the time and I think that’s what he meant. I always call him Snergles, etc. But it makes you kind of indignant when your child tells on you. I’m going to follow up on that somehow.
Evidently I am going to sign sth in Poland which says that our money is separate, and I have “given” V 100, 000 zloties, the Polish monetary unit. So far I ain’t hired no lawyer—I just hope I am hearing from God in not needing to. I have contacted one American lawyer and several Polish ones abt my situation but hain’t actually hired one yet. But I am proceeding very caustiously. She also wants some money to help with the documents we are filing. I am getting very excited abt seeing r, though.
I was going to say that I didn’t feel like I had anything to blog, did say that last entry, but maybe I do have sth to say. Look, I’m saying sth. I just can’t write outside of myself. Maybe it isn’t a problem since my only readers so far really do care about the first person in this blog.
Maybe I should just stop writing. I’ve always wondered what would happen if you got a bunch of English major graduates together and paid them minimum wage to write eight hours a day, with breaks. Some of it could be research if needed. Would you get anything good? It would probably be stuff like this—stories that merely say anything without saying something, stories about writer’s block. I know what my problem is. I don’t know what to write abt unless it’s intense emotion. If you ever read my journal, you’d know that’s what I write abt. Come on, Rich, something intense will come along….
That’s all for now. New York Times time.

Did you hear about the officer here who took an attorney’s papers out of her briefcase while on camera and copied them? The judge told the officer to apologize to the attorney. The officer refused and took jail time instead. He said he didn’t feel sorry like the judge was demanding him too. How immature. We have laws and procedures in this potentially fair system of ours. You don’t break rules because you feel like it. The feeling you did something wrong is not an indicator of whether something is right or wrong. The feeling that you are not doing anything wrong is not necessarily right either. The officer’s leader, who’s name I won’t mention, is also a scofflaw. He is in defiance of the State Attorney General and the national government. He is immensely popular here. He’s showing the early signs of being senile if you ask me. At the very least he’s showing signs of megalomania. He was recently interviewed at the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism, and the demonstration was so vocal that it had to be cancelled. Shame on the protestors! One should allow people to speak in a democracy. If you do something wrong to a wrongdoer, you just make that person a martyr. Americans are taking free speech away from each other. The government is doing it, and citizens do it to each other. You are not allowed to say anything truly liberal or too conservative. Shame.
There aren’t any labels on alcoholic drinks here saying what percentage of alcohol they have in them. This is a shame because I like super low-alcohol drinks for health reasons: stomach, memory, weight, etc. I wrote a letter to several government agencies about this problem and don’t really expect any action, but I did it at least. I was too lazy and tired when I found out I had two hours to vote for Barack Obama from the Attorney General’s office in Arizona—I was too lazy to retrieve my printer from work and set it up to fax. But I did send money to his campaign. He may get a copy of my letter.
I’ve also written a letter to US Congressman Jeff Flake because he refuses to vote for health care reform. I wrote him one quick email and he sent me a letter back which was not very clear or helpful. I wrote back saying I didn’t understand and how I didn’t think the free market was going to get us out of this one. He hasn’t written back.
But I don’t answer every email myself. I jaywalk and eat on public transportation too—I feel those rules are too difficult to follow. I am a traffic law and restaurant unto myself.
Only abt a week until I get on the plane for Poland. I am getting so excited that I shake when I think about it.