Amen!

Where's Waldo

I know I'm not the first (nor, I hope, the last) to say it but, the fact that they found and captured Saddam does not justify the war. Yes, he has done many horrible things and, yes, it is good that he has been captured. But, how many countless innocent lives, American lives, Iraqi lives, were lost in the process? And does the administration know how to safely put the pieces of a demolished nation back together? And, by the way, wasn't the original goal to find the weapons of mass destruction? Has the fallen leader lead us to them? Have we all forgotten about Afghanistan? Where is Osama? Wasn't this war against terror supposed to root him out? And, how is the United States doing in putting that nation back together? Our president has a very short attention span. The rest of us, however, have a responsibility to keep our attention focused.... focused on the shortfalls of the administration, focused on the commitments our country took on, focused on the harms that were done in our name.... And, we have to remind each other to keep that focus, so that when next November rolls around we are not blinded by this victory.

Taking Back the White House

For those of you who live for each weekly installment of the West Wing and dream of the day when a democrat will be back in the White House, check out Bob Herbert's Op-Ed in today's NYTimes. He pretty much sums up my fears about the democratic party's knack for self-destruction.

Snow and Slush

I have been listening to the snow melt and drip drip drip off the roof and onto my windowsill. And so it begins, the long winter of new soft white muffled snow followed by days and weeks of gray slush. Despite my muscles, only recently recovered from this weekend's bout of shoveling, I'm looking forward to a new snowfall. Is this because my memory of my irritation at the snow and it's accompanying inconvenience fades so quickly? Or, is it merely because I need something to cover the grey? Or, simply, because I have decided that, in the end, it is worth dreary grey and the drip drip drip and the slush and the aching arms for those moments of new snow?