Sorry so quiet

I haven't posted in a while, partly because I've had company visiting and we're getting ready to move to a new house and decorate it, and partly because nothing has pissed me off enough to drive me to the computer.

Also, the last thing I was working on was about the Seas of David, a story that seems to have died.

Is it encumbent on me to be different than the MSM and keep beating a drum long after the parade is over? We do complain that they move on off a story all too soon. All I know is that thinking about it seems like a waste of time, and with an almost-two son, time isn't something I can mess around with much.

Today there are a few items of note. Ken Lay, the luckiest SOB to walk the earth, has died of natural causes before serving a day in jail or seeing his finances decimated like those of his former employees. North Korea set off a few missiles, which seemed to prove only that they don't really have the capability to do much of anything. (Although that was a touch scary because I took a nap with the baby and when I woke up, my roommate said, "North Korea fired off 3 missiles while you were sleeping." For just a second it was like waking up and seeing the WTC on TV.) Fortunately, we didn't have to show that our ability to shoot down the missile would have certainly failed too. The Israeli/Palestinian conflict has escalated significantly, that has me more worried than anything. But I haven't had time to really research what the heck is going on so I can't really write about it. Rush Limbaugh got off for having that Viagra, which is fine, only I can't help but think of how many black men are in Florida jails today who have done far less in the way of drugs but didn't get the sweetheart deal RL got. I do feel for him having a drug problem, I don't judge him, but I do have to judge the Florida court system and/or drug laws for its blatantly unfair behavior.

Hope you had a great Independence Day. It's strange, I never really felt patriotism-- not that I wasn't patriotic, but I didn't feel it strongly-- until 9/11. Suddenly I felt a rush of love for my country. I knew it would pass and it did. But the intervening 5 years of the Bush Administration has made me feel more truly patriotic and adoring of my country in a lasting way. I well up with tears when I hear words from the Declaration or the Constitution. My heart swells when I read the speeches from Lincoln and FDR and Kennedy. I was describing this to my roommate and he said, "Because you know what you're losing." A fitting description. My country has been hijacked, its ideals trashed in the name of patriotism and fear. Remember that show Sliders? I feel like this is the alternate universe where everything goes to hell in a handbasket-- my only solace is that somewhere there is a universe where everything is wonderful and I hope they appreciate it. In the meantime, we have to live here, and it's breaking my heart. How do we restore the greatness of America? I'm at a loss, although step one seems to be removing the cabal that scurries in the hall behind the Presidential podium.

Well, that was cheery, wasn't it? Sorry. Why don't you use the comments field of this post to suggest content? I'll take requests, and research it and give you how I see it. In the meantime, have a great week and if you see any good decorating tips, send them our way.