When my PJMedia editor suggested that I write about having lupus, I almost said no.
I was diagnosed with SLE in 1991 and have been in remission since around 1995. My book about living with this chronic illness came out two years later. Like most writers, by the time a book comes out, I’m so sick – pun intended – of its topic that I dread having to revisit it.
Having been in remission for almost 20 years, I can honestly make the rather unusual claim that not even the perspective of hindsight has changed my ideas or feelings about what being a pain-wracked invalid was like. Not even a little bit.
I feel like I’m supposed to say the opposite: that looking back, I could have “handled” my disease differently, or learned other, “better” lessons from it, and so forth.
But then, from the very beginning, I didn’t fit the mold of the “disease of the week” TV movie heroine, or some “poster child” for lupus.
There will be a rally in Calgary next Thursday btw:
- Michael Savage on the scourge of atheism
- Glenn Beck’s continued efforts on behalf of illegal immigrants
- Laura Ingraham’s newest endorsement
Mark Steyn and Hugh Hewitt guest-host Jamie Weinstein talk about “President Fundraiser” and all the news of the day
It took us a quarter of a century to get a woman to fly a plane and part of that delay may have been due to women having to worry about outfits. Have you seen the crap Amelia Earhart was expected to wear? She looked like a tomboy rodeo clown. Of course, I’m assuming Muslim women are allowed to take flying lessons and it would be a safe bet for them to be flying jumbo jets around New York City.
…arranged to meet Oestrike with Oppeneer at a park for sex. Oppeneer’s headless body was found on Wednesday, July, 16, and a search for Slocum was carried out and ended with the aforementioned chase, crash, and suicide.
Kids these days! Rock and roll as book report.
Oh, man. So cute, though…
Every year around this time, it occurs to me that I’m still blogging after X years, and that I should say something about it.
I’m not amazed that I’ve outlasted so many of my critics.
I always knew I would — that I’d keep blogging even if my readership was in the single digits.
But it isn’t, so thanks to the thousands of readers who come here every day.
You’ve sent me gifts, suggestions, words of encouragement, and even money.
(Why yes, I am STILL being sued…)
As my (surviving) daily readers have noticed, this year — my 50th on this planet — 5FF isn’t the blog it used to be.
After writing about crazy evil Muslims 24/7 since 9/11, I decided to (mostly) leave that topic to my husband.
Life is too long to read and write about their bullshit anymore unless I feel so inclined.
It’s like how I (mostly) gave up blogging about religion, and turned the original site, RelapsedCatholic, into FiveFeetOfFury.
I can’t foresee what I’ll be blogging about 14 days or weeks or years from now, but I’m pretty sure I’ll still be here (despite the “Death of the Blog” that I’ve been hearing about since, well, about three years after I started…)
Thanks again for sticking around, for reading my stuff at other sites, like Taki’s and PJMedia, and for reading my books (and saying nice things about them.)
Your support amazes me.
According to Linfield, photography can be a defense mechanism when people visit monuments to atrocity. “Perhaps people are shielding themselves from contemplating the horror of the event by photographing it—and photographing themselves at it,” she wrote to me. “This seems like a way to diminish experience, to diminish history, to diminish doubt and uncertainty and contradiction and thought—and hide behind the camera instead.’”
In novels, one of my favorite whipping boys is Stephen King. How many times can he use the ‘magic negro’ trope?” King’s Christians are all shorthand lunatics and traitors to humanity. “At a certain point, an observant reader might ask, ‘How goddamned lazy does this writer have to be? Can’t he even conceive of a black Democrat taking bribes? A member of the Green Party who is quite happy to kill to protect Gaia?’
(It’s only the Daily Mash…)
“The idea is that it is the ultimate expression of love, yet it’s the repetitive interaction of organs used for going to the toilet.
“It’s like something a drug-addicted surrealist painter would come up with.
“Surely a better way to show someone you really like them would be getting them membership to the RSPB or buying them a watch.”