Now What?

Suddenly, after deliberately setting up a more accessible blog than my previous (and unused) one, I find that I am numb. Or at least, when I stop to listen to my body and my mind and their respective inclinations, I get no feedback. Should I be ranting? With a title like nonstopsoapbox I guess I should be, but I have no essential information for anyone today.

Ahh, but wait. I feel something. Something I've been thinking about lately: Well, no. I don't want to talk about that.

Why isn't there a Brown History Month or a Native American History Month? Too risky, maybe. We must not be ready to face the fact of eradicating the people who used to bury their dead where our cul de sac now circles. And the wounds of Mexican Americans are still being salted by the US agricultural industry, so we can't talk about their plight until we've manufactured the new cotton gin and they can move onward and possibly upward (at least a few of them- you know, like your odd Cochran, Condaleezza, or Colin Powell). Not to mention that neither peoplegroup is well represented in the governing body that would be responsible for bestowing such a superficial and customary honor upon them.

Wow, I think I'm off to a good, soapy start.