It's in 24 hours, the "E", of course, standing for Eviction. For a month, the 26 on the calendar was the biggest number of March, getting bigger and turning redder with each passing moment.
I will always believe to my dying gasp that I do not deserve to be treated like this after going on 16 years of unending sacrifice and devotion to this family. And all the angry, ignorant denunciations in craven, anonymous comments and right wing blowhards incoherently bellowing in my face will not change that unalterable, objective fact.
Yet, as my fictional, infinitely more compassionate right wing pal Billy Frazee would say, "Turn the fuckin' page, pal. and rev the throttle all the way." I've gone through Kubler-Ross's 5 stages of death, albeit somewhat out of sequence. What's important and beneficial to all concerned is that acceptance is the final stage. That's strictly for my grandson's benefit, no one else's. The rest of them can all go to Hell just for not supporting me and doing the right thing.
Since it looks as if I'm being pushed into a disgusting flophouse, I will not have internet access so this will be it for a while as tomorrow night I'll be too busy packing up to post anything. Those of you who've followed me for the last two or three blogs may want to do so officially or through RSS feeds, Google or Yahoo readers, etc. That way, when I poke my head out, you'll be immediately alerted.
I intend on putting up a Paypal button as soon as I learn the process and open up a bank account. Hopefully by that time I'll find an affordable phone/internet plan so I can continue providing you all with political content and justifying what money you'd kindly send my way.
Unless something breaks at the last second, I'm essentially going to be hurtled into the 19th century. I will have no TV, no radio, no stereo, no cable, no phone, no internet access, no bathtub, no washers or dryers within reasonable walking distance, no cooking appliances and no car.
That means I have to dig myself out of the 19th century and belly my way back into the 21st. It'll take a while and I'm going to have to ask you for your patience.
Until then, this is JP signing off for the foreseeable future and, one way or the other, I hope to see you all at your local bookstore.