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Posted by bengal at 65.204.118.58 on February 27, 2003 at 13:36:24:

In Reply to: Re: "please won't you be...my neighbor." posted by babka on February 27, 2003 at 08:51:44:

: Thanks for this; it is such a comfort for me to have askewaccess like
: this. I too thought the debate would be a good idea, and had the
: un-neighborly thought -when I heard Bush would not debate -it's too
: crazy to say on the cusp of Fred's "promotion to Glory" (his term) -
: "Hey, you could just assassinate Saddam on international t.v., and
: we wouldn't have to have a war, and Saddam, who said he would
: prefer death to exile, could be a martyr...." the brain keeps on ticking
: "like a cheap clock" as Lawrence Durrell put it.

: Saw a preview for a Sandler/Nicholson movie with Ben & Matt's
: appropriated line in boldface: "Let the Healing Begin"...

: Every zip-up sweater that hung in Fred's television house closet was
: knitted by his mother, one stitch at a time. Love in every stitch, I "m
: sure. So when he took off his outside-world jacket and put on his
: sweater, he put on love. Even those of us who did not know love,
: or cannot imagine ourselves loveable, even those of us without such
: vestments can put on love.

: There's a company for "oversize" women. (I who have been noshing
: steadily ever since my blissful day with Jersey Girl may soon have
: need of their garments.) It's called "The Forgotten Woman". There's a
: logo in my mind I try to remember to stitch on my garments for the
: outside world. Called "The Forgiven Woman". Kind of like Fred's
: sweaters. I try to put on love.

: Thanks for your eloquence. It do be hard out here and it do seem
: real. Surreally real.

:
: I went to sleep last night watching an interview with Saddam
: Hussein and Dan Rather. Very interesting. I think Saddam had a neat
: idea, a debate between Bush and himself. I wondered if the
: translator was giving accurate translations. I wonder, if the translator
: was telling the truth, that if Saddam was telling the truth in the first
: place. I just didn't know.

: : Then, fade to black, and I fell asleep. I woke up just 2 minutes ago,
: my brother was watching TV, and there it was. "Fred Rogers died
: today of stomach cancer." It barely registered. I wondered, could this
: be a different Fred Rogers? Well of course it couldn't, because the
: next thing the TV announcer said was, "Fred Rogers was best known
: for his work on the PBS television series...."

: : "What the fuck?" I asked my brother. "We're going to war, and Mr.
: Rogers is dead. I'm pretty sure this is some kind of damn apocalyptic
: sign here."

: : "Shut up," my brother said, and he went back to his room to play on
: his computer. So I just made myself some coffee, and I logged on to
: View Askew, hoping to find a certain someone. And here you are,
: Babka.

: : Here's a virtual hug to you, and just replying to you makes me feel
: better. 31 years old here, I don't care, "Mr. Rogers is dead" is not a
: very decent thing to wake up to. Not when there's troops sitting on
: Saddam's doorstep, Saddam wants to talk, Al-Qaida inevitably has
: people walking our streets right now waiting for the U.S. to do
: something stupid, other nations are turning down their noses at
: us...and Mr. Rogers has hung up his sweater for the final time.

: : I am an atheist. I do not believe in any great afterlife, or
: reincarnation, or infernal punishment, or eternal reward. There are so
: many views out there, that the only standpoint I could possibly have is
: detached skepticism. I respect all other religious beliefs that do no
: harm, but in the end, I believe the only way we can honor the dead is
: to continue living.

: : No more heroes. It's time we outgrew that, stood on our feet, and
: understood life for what it is -- quite possibly our only chance in this
: universe to do any bit of good, before we all hang up our own
: sweaters for the final time.

: : : (great idea, Ricky) "please won't you be...my neighbor."

: : :
: : : : Mr. Fred Rogers died last night at the age of 74 from stomach
: : : cancer. I think we should all wear sneakers and sweater in
: : : memorial.

: : : : -Ricky "be my neighbor" Stanton




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