Anger Incorporated

I’m over a hump today. I’m no longer angry. I’ve had a few people in my crosshairs for the past few years. Planning their downfall, plotting, etc.

I’ve never hated anyone before. I don’t want to hate anyone anymore. I’m done hating as of today. I’ve simply expended too much energy into something that I feel I can never satisfy.

Floyd Holcom, Larry Pfund, Daily Astorian (Yes, I even hated a newspaper). You are all forgiven. To me, you no longer exist and I will never speak of you again.

For those of you with the burden of anger or hate, send it through the exhaust pipe and move on. Life is too short for such a burden.

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10 thoughts on “Anger Incorporated

  1. Good perspective Glen, whatever the challenge may be, I have found the only way to get through public service, and all that one has to tolerate in such a position, is that the most important skill is forgiveness. I knew that going in years ago, and was given that advise by someone I respect to this day, even more than I did then for sharing that with me.

  2. I figure God will sort it out in the end. And I don’t want to be sitting on the same bench with these people while he’s doing his sortin’.

    cworldj: the Beav’s beat the Bruins. You can go back to being happy again.

  3. Above all else Glenn, and God knows we are not philosophically attuned but, you are a good man with a good heart who happened into Politics and I offer that same sentiment to Jeff Hazen.

    Others, amongst us, are just plain old “Politicians”

  4. Do not go gentle into that good night,
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on the sad height,
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    —Dylan Thomas

    “The important thing about despair is never to give up, never wrap up and put away a sterile life, but somehow keep it open. Because you never can know what’s coming; never. That’s the great thing about life, the crucial thing to remember. You may beat your fists on a stone wall for years and years, and every consideration of common sense will say it’s hopeless, forget it, spare yourself; and then one day your bleeding hand will go through as if the wall were theatrical gauze; you’ll be in another realm where birds are singing and love is possible, and you’d have missed it if you’d given up, because it might be only that one day the wall was not stone.”

    — Allen Wheelis

    You do not have to be good.

    You do not have to walk on your knees for a
    hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

    You only have to let the soft animal of your
    body love what it loves.

    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you
    mine.

    Meanwhile the world goes on.

    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the
    rain are moving across the landscapes, over the
    prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and
    the rivers.

    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean
    blue air, are heading home again.

    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the
    world offers itself to your imagination, calls to
    you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
    over and over announcing your place in the
    family of things.

    — Mary Oliver
    Singing the Living Tradition #490

    “Never give up, never surrender”

    — Jason Nesmith

    You quit and you’re a dick.
    .

  5. The Port of Astoria is washed up and their is nothing there but a bunch of want a be longshorman,The real men of the waterfront are long gone. Whing and sniveling when the stevedorings dont get there way..

  6. elf: My personal opinion is the port is in the wrong hands right now. The destruction of public confidence is in motion along with the destruction of taxpayer money.

    The notion of log exporting again is laughable and not to mention a non starter. They need to stick with the marine center concept and let it develop.

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