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Consider Oedipus’s Father

04/28/2026 14:58h
It could have been a car door leaving that bruise, as any mom knows, almost anything could take an eye out, and almost anybody could get their tongue frozen to a pole, which is kind of funny to the point of tears plus a knee slap or two that an eye can be made blue, pink by a baby’s fist, it fits perfectly in the socket. It’s happened to me. Get it? Any scenario is better, beats sitting in a car and hearing someone you love sob, which I have done with a black eye. For me, a woman’s tears are IKEA instructions on the European side. I’m sure for Laius, Oedipus’s father, it was the same. Think of him sleeping after having held a crying Jocasta because they had fought for hours because she was stronger. Who knew better the anger of young Jocasta? Knew that when the oracle, or the police, come, they are taking someone with them. I’m sure Laius looked at the crib and thought better you than me, kid.