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if tagged we are asked to write six things about ourselves AND tag six other bloggers to do the same, as part of a way of supplying some diversion for those who will be sauntering the web with care over this weekend.
So here I go:
1.I call January 20 Homecoming Day because it’s the anniversary of my coming to America – the 28th this year
2.In 2004 my brain nearly exploded when the country I left to come to The Land of the Free had a recount and reversed the crooked election result as per the demand of the winning candidate who had been robbed
3.As a result I sometimes wonder if I am not some sort of political jinx, carrying authoritarianism everywhere I go
4. I have recently adopted a rescue dog, a yorkie-poo named Boongo that makes everything that could upset me seem unimportant
5. My daughter (10) has became a wonderful activist. Right now she is conducting a crusade to have Petland ban chicken jerky from China that made our dog very sick (we asked and they refuse). She wrote letters and will write an article in the school newspaper
6.Blogging is the first conscious thought in my mind when I wake up – which is why I wake up at crazy hours
28 years ago, a flight from a megalomaniac dictator was coming to a happy conclusion: I was on a plane bound for the Land of the Free – getting away from all that.
To make the moment more poignant, the TWA pilot told us that they were in touch with the TWA transporting the hostages flight to freedom – we were the fist to know it was done – and everyone applauded (The plane was filled with immigrants most of them from Vietnam, plus the 2 of us)
It would take me many years to find out that the hostages were freed that day as an ugly ploy to sway an election. My euphoria led to 20 years of blissful political ignorance and the only thought I remember having as the new guy was inaugurated was: “hey, they really seem to like this guy”
Fast forward 2o Homecoming Days later: I had been rudely awaken from my apolitical bliss after watching the stealing of an election on TV. I was upset enough to lose sleep and apetite over it and this day I was on a bus heading for DC to make my point that I will not accept stolen elections or consider their result legitimate.
It was pouring rain for most of the day – and hundreds of thousands of people like me descended on DC to make the same point. On the bus home I realized I was suddenly energized and hopeful too. After all, people knew and were going to resist. I was in good company and was not going to be isolated anymore.
Fast forward 8 years later. 4 AM a few drunks are shouting slogans under my window “Are you ready?” and some I couldn’t understand – they were slurring too much. It went on for some time. A woman’s voice was heard: “Shut the f* up and go home!” They didn’t – kept screaming and kicking steel doors and garbage cans. “If you a*holes are not going to be quiet, I am going to call the police” went on the same blessed woman’s voice. It was a while until the cop removed the drunks.
So, it was quiet for a while. But now a boom box is blaring “Obama Obama Obama. Besides that, all I know is from posts like this one
Happy 28th Homecoming Day for me!