I have a mysterious itching rash
on the side of my leg that has been there for six days. For two weeks, my back
feels constantly on the edge of going out and my usual strategies aren’t making
any difference. My wife decided she prefers Trader Joe’s whole wheat pizza
crust and I don’t like it. A friend who hadn’t seen me in a while exclaimed,
“Wow! You’ve gained a lot of weight.” And she was right.
Of course, that’s nothing compared
to Rick Santorum telling school shooting survivors to stop expecting others to
solve their problems (ie, how dare you suggest legislation for gun control?!) and
do something useful, like learn CPR. When their friend is dying of multiple gun
shot wounds in algebra class because the government makes it easier to bring
assault rifles into schools than peanut butter, surely, CPR will save the day. Thanks,
Rick, that brightened my day.
My daily dose of Stephen Colbert
always helps me be both informed and somewhat lightened by his humorous
humanity, but even he was talking about being 400 days into this marathon of
political, cultural, moral and spiritual disaster and feeling like his legs are
giving out while the finish line seems to keep receding. I am so ready for this to be over. Hopefully,
victories in November will help enormously, so we have to keep the legs
pumping, keep hydrated, keep our eyes on the prize. Nobody said it would be
easy.
And yes, I know that when the bad
guys are finally led away, I will cheer enormously as I did when they got Nixon
and experience a few days of well-earned euphoria. And then back to the work
that is never-ending. And even when the political climate improves, there will
always be those rashes on legs, dubious backs and small domestic battles over
pizza crust.
But I am really ready for pizza crust to be the main topic of the news. Aren't you?
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