Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow-Bye Bye Bessie

        Parting is such sweet sorrow…and I know this to be true.  Today, I lost Bessie.  We weren’t together long enough.  I had only known her for about 5-6 years.  Long enough to appreciate her…long enough to know all of her faults and her good features.  We were pretty much inseperable for most of this last year and a half.  I am grieving the loss of her. 

           Oh to be sure, Bessie could be tempermental…but, hey so can I when the mood strikes.   We were only apart for a couple of weeks last year due to a very strong virus.  It almost took Bessie from me this past summer.  We were lucky…she was able to bounce back.  I grieved the loss of her then too…but, i was lucky and got to have a little more time with her.  I don’t think I will be so lucky this time.

           After I posted to my blog early this morning…Bessie made a most unlady-like , violent popping sound and then she was gone…without any warning…no goodbye…see ya later.  Nothing!  She was  most silent; not as in a temporary silent treatment either.  One moment she was there, vibrant and alive…the next minute…my beloved computer was no longer with me.  I was left alone with my thoughts.

            Last time…the computer doc was able to rescitate her and bring her back to her full glory.  This sound that she made, sounded most ominous.  I don’t know if she has any more life left in her.  She will take so many pieces of me with her if she is truly gone.   The writings, the pictures, the look and the feel of her keyboard..Oh Lord, the files; this could be very traumatic.   Ahhhh….I am most blue.

              I am sending these greetings to you via my husband’s lap-top.  I don’t like driving another person’s vehicle and i most definately don’t like writing on another person’s computer.  If only i was independently wealthy….then, i would deck myself out with the top of the line…super streamlined…computer that would hum beneath my fingers and spill out all that I hold dear, to you my friends and readers. 

           Still, until there is no hope of breathing new life into Bessie…i will have to do the best that i can to communicate on this laptop.  It will be quite some time before i can afford to break in a new computer who will work with me and not mind my lack of technical skills.  If you don’t mind…send a few prayers Bessie’s way.  She could use a little help from above,  just like most of us!!!

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Memories For Sale-Cheap…Clinton, Flowers, Jones

      I am a little bit surprised by the timing of the announcement, as it seems to me that these ladies would have gotten more mileage out of launching their website during the high point of Hillary’s historic campaign.   There is a new website that is offering to tell you all sorts of memories of Gennifer Flowers and Paula Jones.   They are putting on video, memories of their times with Bill Clinton.  Their website is offering an opportunity for paying customers to listen to what they want us to know about the Clintons; and, their memories of their times together, for a cheap, bargain price of 1 dollar and 99 cents. 

         What is a shame, is that what should be, upon self-reflection, a time of acknowledging a personal low, in the area of accomplishments and deeds; instead, has become a celebration of those sorrowful experiences with financial perks.

        The sheer marketing genius of selling cheap memories for a cheap price is astounding.  Sad but true, there is always a market for such things that exploit the sensational aspects of life.  I am sure there will be no lack of paying customers…but like most things of this nature; it won’t last, and then what?  Isn’t it time to move on?

         Now, I realize that over the years that both Paula and Gennifer have tried other venues to get their thoughts, feelings and points across…but, let’s reflect a little here on the various ways they have expressed their rejection, humiliation, sadness, anger, and low self-esteem, in my opinion.  

            Let’s see… there was a dramatic  (sexual harassment) lawsuit in 1994 by Paula Jones against Bill, there have been media- driven news announcements, television shows, interviews, a book that was written by Gennifer Flowers about her alleged 12 year affair with Bill, musical tours, speaking engagements, nude photos in men’s magazines, boxing matches, offering up recorded conversations to the highest bidder, and last but not least, financial settlements.

         I guess…in my opinion…the circumstances of each woman’s relationship with Bill Clinton was sad enough in it’s very roots.  But the full growth, of each of their sordid stories, has been nurtured and fertilized by their need to have us all feed off of the fruit, of their in your face, here, is what happened to me situations. 

          I am afraid that this whole thing leaves a bad taste.  After all, by charging for your memories of those times…you have validated Bill’s low opinion of you…women he could use (or attempt to use for his own pleasure) and then discard when it no longer suited his needs.  Then, when confronted, he denied his connections to you…he devalued your worth as women.  Now, all of those who said that you had little class will feel justified in their opinions.  Once again, there will be ridicule instead of people understanding your version of past events.

          By capitalizing financially; and, seeking attention, for more fame and publicity….it seems that you’ve succeeded in taken self-destruction to a whole new level by willing jumping into the pool of degradation, after having been coaxed into it by Bill Clinton; and, his political foes and cronies over the years.

          Paula Jones has allegedly said that this website is a way of getting their words out there without someone else’s interpetations or corrections.  However, i think it has only opened them both up to more media attention and public opinion….therefore, more criticism.  It is at times like this, that your mother’s wisdom is best heeded; if you don’t have anything nice to say…it is better to say nothing at all.   Let’s just end this with the thought, that it is always best to respect yourself; so that others, will afford you the same courtesy. 

         

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