This post has nothing to do with my other thoughts, which are me basically whinging about the meaning of life, worrying about my husband, or contemplating having an affair (which is highly unlikely to occur with the candidates with whom I've been presented so far). I'm just remembering living abroad in a country veering switching from fascism to democracy. My host family's daughter, Lupe, was an anarchist. That lasted until she went to some of their political meetings. She dropped them because they were too disorganized. Well, I think she was onto something there, no?
Kind of like the family values republicans (and boy are there a lot of them, which does say something, doesn't it?) searching for extramarital nookie on the web . . . oops, I said this post wouldn't be about my obsessions with sex, depression, and the Sisyphean struggle that is our lives.
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