Today (August 27) is Guido’s and my wedding anniversary. 75 years. About. It seems. Anyway.
Anticipating this blessed (and blessedly childless) event, back in December we made plans to go to Key West this weekend. ‘Nuff said. Isaac had other ideas. “God sent a Jewish hurricane to punish your ass for defiling your race and marrying a Dago,” said — Nobody. For good reason. It’s so wrong on so many levels.
But you know — this storm. No power outages, no flooding, no weather-related problems except for the basics: it’s shitty out there. All 7 cats have been trapped inside all day, rubbing unexpressed anal glands with the dog. Bad moods and resentment dominate. Snarls, hisses, and bared white teeth. It’s a prelude for the Republican convention in Tampa, just fewer hair balls.
So we lost our KW anniversary weekend. Hey, we’re young and we’re right up the fucking road: there will be plenty of opportunities to make up this date. But here’s what really harshed my mellow this morning:
A survey of kindergarten through eighth-grade teachers released this week by Share Our Strength, a nonprofit that seeks to end child hunger, found that 6 in 10 of those teachers say “students regularly come to school hungry because they are not getting enough to eat at home,” and “a majority of teachers who see hunger as a problem believe that the problem is growing.”
The report quotes a teacher in the Midwest as saying, “The saddest are the children who cry when we get out early for a snow day because they won’t get lunch.” — NYTimes
I went through 12 years of school and NEVER missed lunch. Not once. Some days I had two. It never even occurred to me that anybody in school ever went hungry. I was a sheltered, middle class kid with a stable family and the unwavering confidence such relative affluence provided. So reading this, I’m guilty, outraged, and incredulous. How can this be America?
Plus: growing up, the BEST thing that happened in the winter was a snow day, when school was either dismissed early or cancelled altogether, Depriving these kids of that pleasure is criminal — and if the reason for their despair is they’ll go hungry, it’s fucking sinful, too.
There’s about to be an election. You mull this over and tell me which of the two douchetanks running for office has a better grasp on recognizing, let alone resolving the problem of hunger in this country — Multi-millionaire Mitt or the Muslim? Because this situation is unacceptable.
And then there’s my Green Party. Dr. Jill Stein. But Guido told me if I pulled that shit again I’d be lucky to fuck palm tree knotholes for the rest of my life. Fire ants and all.