Blech

In the past twenty four hours two different people in my life have sent me the text, "Blech."

It has meanings that range from disgust, to the name of a covering observant Jews use to place over the lit burners of their stove so the food stays warm without violating the sabbath rules.

The word seems to be the last resort, the final attempt to separate the theoretical from actuality in a harsh materialistic world.

It is a word that says I am not a lab rat.  I am a living, breathing creature with real needs, feelings and a desire to do what is right in spite of all the people you can find to validate your insanity.

It is a civilized response to an age old desire to retaliate against immorality, greed, and a total disassociation from real people with real needs.

It is a last resort response of those forced to participate in something that goes against every thought, belief and feeling they possess.

It is dispossessed manifested in a simple onomatopoeia.