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Squeaky clean…

December 5, 2009

Poor Tiger…

I don’t know if I should spank him or burp him…

He got caught…

for the first time…

And somehow this is big front page news…

Shame on the Vancouver Sun…

I’m canceling the subscription I never had and I encourage you to do the same…

it seems the best they can do these days is to quote from the tabloids…

Do their writers learn this in journalism school…

or on the job???

Is American celebrity trivia acceptable material for our Canadian newspapers???

Is this what we want???

The next time you’re at the Great Canadian Superstore, or Shopper’s Drug Mart,

buying your Florida tomatoes…

pay attention to how you feel as you stand there browsing, and believing, the junk mag headlines…

Find out why Brad is worried that Angelina is going to have an affair… with a woman…

Ask yourself if this is good medicine…

as it settles into your brain cells…

The strangest thing happened while I was doing some light research on sports, in bed this morning…

as soon as I opened this link (I’ll let you experience this for yourself…

cut and paste the URL below onto your thingy… and then wait a minute after you open the page)

http://www.vancouversun.com/sports/Tiger+Woods+says+family+down/2294046/story.html

I heard a voice…

right in my own bedroom…

and I couldn’t find the right button to get the voice to be quiet…

I said, Tiger, get out of my house, you’re in enough trouble already…

you weren’t invited in…

but before you go, if I may suggest… t

ake some time away from EVERYONE, except your children…

and sort yourself out…

And then I heard my own voice asking myself a question, out loud,

Is this okay???

Is having Tiger’s voice projected into your house when you read the newspaper online the kind of freedom of speech we fight for…

I felt like a voyeur on someone else’s life…

and it didn’t feel good…

It’s enough of a challenge keeping an eye on my own life…

I’m choosing to appreciate Tiger for exposing the energy of betrayal…

Instead of skewering him with judgement,

I’m sitting here reflecting on the times I’ve cheated on,

and betrayed myself…

This starts early on…

And every time we turn on the television…

or read a gossip column…

or buy into the constructions of corporate culture…

we dig ourselves deeper…

I pay attention to the kind of soil I set my roots into…

and I pay attention to the company I keep…

When you grow…

if the soil you are in doesn’t feel right anymore…

it is time to take stock of things and move along…

Infidelity is as old a prostitution…

and slavery…

no one should be shocked by Tiger’s transgression(s)…

It’s all about perception…

I could entertain you for hours with tales of how I’ve been solicited for interference into conjugal relations by men, women, couples and a minister (only a few hours after he performed a wedding ceremony)…

This is why I tend to stay at home…

My house is a place where I can count on my own company to be in alignment…

Most of this solicitation has happened while I was visiting with friends…

Friends that are no longer on my friend list…

What does healthy friendship look like and feel like???

How do you go from your oldest friend’s husband saying to you, in front of your children, while he’s stone sober,

My wife is in the tent with a migraine, but she said it’s fine for us to go off and do it, farm style…

to spending an afternoon at the beach with your families???

Or the same guy sticking his index finger in between your breasts while he’s refilling your glass at Christmas dinner…

Life is a cabaret…

or a scene from Boogie Nights…

depending on your point of view…

We each have to make our own rules for ourselves…

rules that we can live with…

We also have to make our own beds with a balance of morality and sexuality…

A balance we can sleep with…

and wake up in the morning,

feeling good medicine…

I want to be rain that tastes like wine...


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