Had one of those meetings yesterday that seem okay at the time but had a delayed release - like time-release tylenol or rancid pulgogi. As the day continued I realised that it was really a terrible meeting and that my character had been impugned time and again. Maybe I am just losing it, but to quote that great philosopher Steve Earle "Just cuz you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you!!"

I often construct soundtracks to my life. Earlier this week (leading up to the meeting) it featured the Clash's "Should I stay or Should I Go" but following the meeting I have found myself humming Nirvana's "Rape Me Again." Maybe that's my problem - I should construct my mood music from DiGarmo & Keyes or Carman rathering than angst ridden rockers - but truth betold I feel more akin to the former than the latter.

So I break out my ascerbic pen. This is not how we would solve things back on the Rez!! Anyhoo this doodle is the fruit of my furor.

On a side note I don't mind a good scrap and so I am staying - but I will ruthlessly fight the efforts to squeeze SouthGate into one more mono-ethnic White church mold - with an appropriate sprinkling of ethnic colouring to fight off any accusations of racism or elitism - no matter what trendy tag we add to it.

The next six months could be the roughest of our entire ministry - mostly because I refuse to let absentee landlords to try impose their agenda on a community that has done quite well without their support or encouragement.