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The Unshakable Remains

Thucydides

With thanks to my friend Josh, let’s start with this:

“The society that separates scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting done by fools.” -Thucydides

Alright, so I had a mini-epiphany: much as I would like to be a kinder, sweeter kind of person — that’s the kind of woman that men like, right? — there are just some things that are non-negotiables in terms of behavior and I’m worried this makes me recalcitrant and unforgiving. Here’s what I’m saying, spurred of course by a recent reconnection with the Twerp — DO NOT JUDGE. I was trying to get rid of his number in a massive I-never-talk-to-you contact purge and couldn’t without finally telling him what I thought of his stupid email to my family. Which led to a tiny discussion. And dammit the man makes me question things. And there it is. I’m not proud of it. — I might be kind of mean. It’s troubling. But then it occurred to me: I’m not mean and I know it. I’m selfish and I lack patience. And my choice to deal with the Twerp is perfect proof of that. You don’t have to have patience to deal with a sociopath because they enjoy your frustration. And you can be selfish because a sociopath wouldn’t understand or respect anything else. So dealing with someone like that absolves you of having to do the work of relating. Apparently I’m also lazy. I’m sure my father will raise his hands to heaven and whisper, “Finally” when he reads this. But it’s an uncomfortable realization for me. And I’m working it out…so let’s move along, shall we?

Let’s talk for a minute about negotiating the people in this world who believe they should have what they want for no reason other than they, in their infinite awesomeness, want it. Without being too specific so as to not start a war, let me just say that there is a social contract and a legal framework we live in that prevents you from just having a temper tantrum and disrupting another person’s life because you can’t make your relationships work. I’m sorry you’re unhappy in your marriage but that’s not something I signed up to have to navigate. And if you need my space to fix your life, you’re going to have to do it legally and ethically, and very likely, on my time. I know because I checked. I’m type A like that. I like to be informed. Anyway, wish I wasn’t such a hardass for your sake but I have been tiptoeing around women like you, quite literally, my entire life, and I’m fairly exhausted by the effort. If the men that choose to marry you want to give in to your whims, that’s the decision they make. I’m under no such obligation. So let’s conduct business. But I’ve no interest in the foot-stomping, mail-withholding, passive-aggression.

The other night a friend of mine showed up unexpectedly at a mini-celebration to honor the repeal of prohibition and we discussed the Garner/Ferguson cases because we’re both upper middle-class white kids from Atlanta and we can talk about those things without any real risk to ourselves or others. He lives fairly close to me now in DC and he made a comment, in the course of the conversation, that he admittedly reacts with nervousness when he sees a group of young black kids approaching him on the street. And that informs how he views both what happened in NYC and in Ferguson. That’s all fine and well. But my friend — and I do like this man — tried to apply that same nervousness to me and how I viewed the situation. It was as if anything I said about it was viewed through that same prism — fear of a group of young black guys approaching me on the street. Man did it start to piss me off, and here’s why: I do not have that problem. I see a group of young black guys and I see the kids in my high school, good kids from good families. I rely on my instinct to inform me when there’s danger about. And that’s something that makes the hair go up on the back of my neck because of circumstance, which is informed by things more than just color. So, I guess, if we’re going to talk about these things, and I’m just throwing it out there, be prepared to accept that your biases may not be shared.

Okay and alright then. I’m tired and I want to walk my dog and go to bed. So other stuff and things:

Why are we smearing the CIA over torture you ask? Well I mean… Brennan, at his presser today, impressed me as someone who cares about the work of the agency and also understand the precariousness of the bureaucratic rock/hard place he’s squished between. Those are the people who do the hard jobs in government, if they manage to walk that line. It’s an unsung talent and not one you want everywhere. But sometimes it’s appropriate.

I’m always fascinated by articles that talk about American oil energy production as some kind of market miracle (not that this one does, just that it’s offering something to the mainstream that industry people have been aware of forever I would think). We made the Saudi’s rich on purpose. We conserved. It was a good strategy. And while we enter the market and make everything cheaper, there should be some focus on why we’re having to do this now and what that means for alternative energy. Because oil, unless I misunderstand how it’s harnessed, is not infinite. Its production may be close to that, but we have to be able to get to it. And that’s the issue at hand. On that note, here’s what it’s like elsewhere.

When I’m out and about, I hear people complain about Fox News to the point of mouth foaming. I watch it, along with a lot of other news channels. I find it pretty informative and fair, depending on the show. So, yeah. Think for yourselves kids.

It’s something to think about. Because aren’t we all just venters online anymore?

I like that Ed Henry keeps it real. I think the White House likes it, too, since he gets to travel with them. I have faith Ed will always keep it real.

Benny’s funny. And NR was smart to harness that.

As my friend Michelle said when she posted this, “Have fun!” I LOVE THIS STUFF. It hurts my head but it’s the stuff.

I am #16.

Yeah, we like the cooler climes.

It’s a wardrobe must-have.

The boys disagree, but I see a championship in our future. And I don’t care if that mean girl who tells people not to invite me to parties has a problem with me saying it.

I spent an hour pouring over this, finding the books if I hadn’t read them, and absorbing the first several paragraphs. I offer my favorite to you all, from CS Lewis: “All that is fully real is Heavenly. For all that can be shaken will be shaken and only the unshakable remains.”

Beauty is as beauty does

Hi, been awhile. Again. I know. Sometimes I just get busy and distracted and overwhelmed. But I always come back to you crazy faceless people out there who may, or may not, just be bored enough to read this. Actually, what I come back to is the need to dump my brain via my fingers tapping at a keyboard. It’s very healing. You should try it some time…

Anyway, first things: my lovely English friend Matt has continued to extend the invitation to come visit London and stay with him and his charming wife. I believe, if I can squirrel the money away, I just may do it some time next year. I’ve never flown by myself before. And I’m not sure I want to. But I’m thinking about it…

Was talking to my mom about the Ferguson stuff and something sort of clicked for me. The fundamental problem is that there’s a ton of “activism” — and I use that word pointedly — that came into that neighborhood and incited a lot of anger, but chances are those same tendencies won’t be on display in the aftermath when the neighborhood tries to rebuild. That’s how you know the people that came to “support” that community are full of it. Incidentally, I agree with this. Someone put it rather succinctly on Twitter by responding to someone else who said we “needed to know what happened.” This Twitter genius was basically like, the decision to indict has nothing to do with what we think we need to know. It has to do with whether or not the evidence was there. And, based on what I’ve read, that cop was defending himself appropriately. Is this to suggest that there isn’t some misuse of power within the ranks of policemen? Of course not. And maybe there will be a bright side to all of this because those things will begin to be addressed. But let me just say this: do not invoke Martin Luther King Jr. in any attempt to riot and loot. King had a very clear goal and was, in fact, adamant about not giving anyone a reason to discredit him while he walked the path. Eyes on the prize and all that. The goal of the “protestors” in Ferguson was simply chaos. Nothing finer than that. Or, if there was, it was buried under calls to “burn this bitch down.” I’m pretty sure King would be rolling in his grave at simply the terrible vernacular, being the brilliant man of letters he was. Anyway, enough on that.

I was going to wax all smarty pants on the XL pipeline, but I think I’ll save it till the new Senate takes it up again next year. I believe it will be the primary engine that gets the economy moving again and I look forward to things beginning to move in that direction. Of course, what with the flooding of the job market that just occurred, it may be a slow growth. But my Pops reminded me that many of those illegals will not trust right away that this law will always be their out. It can be overturned, and they likely know that. So he thinks a great many of these people will continue to operate a shadow economy. “It was all about getting new voters anyway,” Pops said. “Which may end up backfiring on the Dems as well. These are blue collar people who care about church, family, earning a living. Sounds more conservative than anything else to me.” Also, hahaha.

Then there’s this guy. I tell ya, there are two people I would not want to be questioned by: one is Trey Gowdy, the other, Darrell Issa. Have fun you sanctimonious blowhard. I actually look forward to the way you try to weasel and gloat your way out of your grilling.

Okay, besides being a little annoyed that people try to talk to me sometimes like I’m a victim — especially if whatever they suppose I might be struggling with (they’re generally wrong. I’m in pretty good spirits most of the time.) is something they had a hand in creating — I have no other real insights except I’m making this beautiful cake for Thanksgiving with the cousins in S. Maryland. I bet it’s great with a hot spiked cider drink…

Other thoughts:

Personally, this is the one I think most likely. Easiest to pull off, least amount of cost to the aggressor for the most damage.

The more appropriate question is, is she ready for us? There’s an awful lot of conservatives up there on The Hill now…

I really love Twitter.

Hagel should read this. I found it pretty informative. Speaking of Hagel, the short list.

Way to honor your allies. Jesus.

Ha, you don’t say. Kids like boundaries and limits? Shocking.

So try to keep it together.

Gah, this issue is the best example of using language to confuse people I may have ever seen in my lifetime. Because net neutrality sucks. Remember when the Syrian government shut down the internet? That’s what net neutrality gets you. Believe it.

If you have a little mutt with some pit mixed in, read this. Roscoe gets dirty looks and people yell at me about it because they’re weird. This article made me feel better (and confirmed they’re weird).

Excellent piece on Bill Murray and Catholicism. And Latin.

It’s always been alive and well with me. And my friend Sarah apparently.

All the dancing:

I love this dress, but I might want it shorter, and tighter around the legs…

I watched this movie again the other night. The guy who wrote it is from Marietta, a suburb of Atlanta. Perhaps that’s why it has always resonated with me. In any event, fins performance by Spacey. As usual.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I hope it finds you with loved ones.

There will be an answer

Hey y’all. I’m finally getting some things out of my head, but there’s so much — because it’s been a while since I wrote anything here — I’m afraid it’s going to be jumbled and nonsensical. But then — Who are we kidding? — that precedent has been set. So here goes…

Not to start off on a downer note, but I’ve been wondering lately if something might not be really wrong with me. I seem incapable of just shutting up and plastering that American Beauty smile on my head and eating a ton of shit to be “happy” in a relationship and have the “perfect” life. I’m starting to believe those women who call all that stuff being “patient” and “loving” when it has always seemed to me their efforts were more about being manipulative to get the things they want. Which is a little bit the opposite of loving. But, as I said, something may be really wrong with me, I don’t know. I’ve been crying about it a lot lately. Just because it’s confusing, not really because it makes me sad. Awwww, I know. I’ll work it out.

Irregardlessly (great word, yes? Thanks Dave.), I’ll be back in Georgia here shortly. Leaving tomorrow morning sometime — at least that’s the plan — and will be hanging out back at the old stomping grounds in Athens for the UGA/Auburn game. The insignificance of such an event to the vast majority of people is not lost on me. But there’s a family mentality to it that’s hard to explain. I can be going for a run in DC, wearing one of my UGA shirts, and someone will slow down in their car, roll the window down and yell “Go Dawgs!” at me. I recently reconnected with an old friend — someone I haven’t talked to in many years — who lives in Texas now. But at the end of one of our conversations I mentioned heading back to Athens for the weekend and he signed off with a “Go Dawgs!”. Football people get this kind of thing I guess. Anyway, it’s a positive and I’m looking forward to it taking my mind off that other stuff, the stuff where I feel like I might be broken or strange in some way for wanting to — man, this is going to sound pretentious — live authentically. Let me throw some dirt on that: live with as little bullshit in my life as possible. Dreaming that impossible dream I guess…In my head I keep hearing that woman I know say, “Now, let’s keep some perspective…” to justify giving the go-ahead to do shitty things to get the good stuff (good stuff is defined there by the individual. Our shitty things are unique to us).

But the game draws me South, and I’m wondering where the UGA team that annihilated Kentucky was against Florida. Mason made beautiful tosses last week, and the defense seemed to understand how to stop the run. Maybe Kentucky’s just that much worse than Florida, but I don’t think so. Anyway, no sense dwelling on it. It’s just good to see them again. There was a lot of Richt hating following the Florida game — which did pretty much knock us out of National Championship contention — but then a friend of mine posted a brilliant screed from one of his friends about how ridiculous all that is. I won’t repurpose it here, but the main points were 1) Richt is the best coach Georgia has ever had, and very likely will go down as one of the best in the game before it’s over. The only thing he lacks is a National Championship. And the fat lady hasn’t even started humming yet on that one. And 2) he’s so good, in fact, that he has made the fan base a whiny, demanding, spoiled child who doesn’t even remember what mediocrity feels like. And I couldn’t agree more. So the tribe is heading South to test the theory. Right now I have a full car, including a dog. I have no idea how it’ll all play out, but it’ll be interesting…

Okay then, I could talk work — there’s some stuff happening that I’m learning to negotiate — but I think I’ll keep that one close to the vest and just talk news of the day instead. Because hey, turns out the country was pretty sick of being lied to and manipulated and treated like children. Weird, right? The bigger flip in the midterms is what happened in the state legislatures and the governor’s races. I mean Maryland and Illinois both elected Republican governors. Let that sink in…I’m not sure what this means for the 2016 Presidential race — I have some theories — but I know this: Progressivism is a loser at present. Sure there are still the low-info voters who might be sold (and, oddly, they look a lot like the upper middle class white kids from suburbia), but the Twerps of the world turned out to back a really dysfunctional and pretty ineffective view of leadership. Speaking of the Twerp — and here’s hoping this is the last time I speak of him ever — he made a comment to me after the 2012 Presidential election, in his charming and kind way, that “If you can’t find something to be happy about in the next four years, that’s on you!”

Hey Twerp…I’m pretty happy now after the shellacking your sorry ideology took recently. In fact, I’m smiling thinking about how you felt about it. Because of this. And this. And oh my goodness, this. And, the best for last, this. That last one of course because of the love letters. You know about the love letters, right? Anyway, I feel like I should thank you. Knowing you was so instructive and completely solidified exactly what kinds of things result from that aforementioned American Beauty smile.

Other things…

Well, at risk of just carrying the downer on into perpetuity, was anyone seriously confused that these guys were working hard to be players? They’ve been suffering from a Napoleon complex for pretty much ever. So, we’ve helped them step into the spotlight. Hurray. Oh, you question that we helped them? Wonder no more.

I know my mother wants to see me write about Gruber. All I can really say — and I said this to her over the phone — is that the man speaks the truth. They do think the rest of the world is stupid. He admitted it and got caught, although I don’t know how much he actually thinks he did something wrong. Because he’s a dick. Period.

Okay, besides, this and this, I’m going to leave things there. Except I want to weigh in on the great rendition of Fortunate Son at the Concert for Valor — people, music is best when it’s free and unfettered. It is sometimes the best of the First Amendment. Can it change hearts and minds? Yes. But lest we start burning books like the freakin’ Nazis, in the words of the great Paul McCartney, let it be.

I climbed up a mountain this weekend. It was marvelous.

I climbed up a mountain this weekend. It was marvelous.

Howdy. Once again, I’ve no excuse for not updating this space more frequently. I think it may be related to making sure I’m clear on what exactly I want to put down, which is a bit of a different approach than I’ve taken in the past. Writing here has been useful in helping me figure out what I think and feel about what’s going on in my life or in the news or in whatever other thing is shining at the time. But something happened — the process shifted and now much of that “figuring out” happens in my head and I’m not as eager — or perhaps I’m better at something — to use the process of writing to formulate and solidify my thoughts. Now, my thoughts are formed before I start and the challenge comes in writing about them coherently and without bitterness or overindulgence. “Treat those two imposters just the same.” Anyway, here are a few thoughts and perhaps I’ll be a little more proactive in the future. But then, there are other places I write…

First things: strangest, weirdest experience. I got the check in the mail over the weekend from that client that hired me to ghostwrite, then tired to weasel out of paying me. And, because one of the last things this person said to me in trying to justify the con was, “I expected better work from you, frankly”, I had this bizarre psychological moment where I actually felt like I DIDN’T DESERVE THE MONEY. How’s that for messing with someone’s head? Same thing happened some time ago when someone I know but a little accused me of basically dropping their name to get ahead. For a half a second – even though I knew my intention was to connect them with someone working on a project that could benefit my acquaintance — I actually believed the suggestion I was going against EVERYTHING I AM AND HAVE ALWAYS BEEN. I don’t care about that name-droppy stuff or who the hell you think you are. Never have and never will. But nice ego you have there. Must be heavy. You should set it down, take a load off, and relax. Also, not for nothing, but the people I’d like to take me seriously very likely don’t care about that stuff either (at least I hope they don’t); and, even if they did, my association with you may not be considered a plus. So, I mean really, just check yourself.

Okay, to bust this stuff out so I can walk up the street and have a beer with my buddies while watching some of this baseball game…Hopefully the next time we talk it’ll be in celebratory terms because those midterms will have everyone breathing a sigh of relief. Till then, stuff and things:

The new Dem meme is this notion that “trickle down” economics didn’t work. I mentioned on Twitter the other day that this was a ludicrous argument, primarily because it always has worked when it’s been embraced, and this idea that it hasn’t hinges on this ridiculous notion that somehow George W. Bush (who had to fund a war) and Barack Obama were STILL TRYING IT. Jesus. And then, I found this. So, “trickle down” was a pejorative, huh? These people are fascinating. From here on in I’ll be sure to only refer to “supply side” economics.

What’s the name of that book? Oh yeah, The Confederacy of Dunces. I mean, come on. And really, if Solyndra has never made much sense to you, read McCarthy’s piece. It’s remarkable how easy the lie came.

Well I mean, yeah. The question is: when does that start becoming a federal crime? Then we’ll know we have a problem.

Speaking of firepower.

But voter fraud is crazy talk…

Journalists, it’s on you if you don’t understand why their model is only to be taken very lightly and never emulated in hard reporting. When you get busted for reporting garbage because you think Buzzfeed is anything more than entertainment, there’ll be little sympathy.

Oh…okay, then. I know my pops was about my age when his business began, and then it took some years to really flourish. He keeps telling me to be patient.

Funny thing happens when you don’t freak out. Things can sometimes change for the better.

Gorgeous. I see things like this and I do feel that thing that only men of faith and astronomers feel all the time: the cohesive thread of humanity.

The McConnaissance continues. I love the movie Fool’s Gold. Love it. Go away with your criticism.

Where curse words come from.

Possibly one of the greatest concert reviews ever written, and I wish I had been the one to create it. There is so much really fine country music out there it’s beyond me why this stuff — it’s fine, just really saccharine — rises to the top.

Ha, Christian Bale is pretty mercurial his own damn self. I’m sure the movie will be good. And what he’s saying is worth debating. The ability to remain objective and still retain your belief is a remarkable skill.

My foot twinges the further we go into the year…

Been watching a lot of Pacino lately. This is one of his best speeches, and that’s saying something. But I do like the thrust of this scene. I believe every word of it.

I learned something about myself recently: When confronted with a situation where someone is condescending while attempting to stiff me out of payment for good, timely work (and telling me that work is subpar but that they’re still going to use it), it takes everything in me not to go straight up, chicken neck ATL, Southern accent, Reese Witherspoon in Sweet Home Alabama, “Aw Hell Naw!” on them. It’s a tremendous battle of wills between my finer self and the little girl who took off her shoes the minute she walked outside to play, despite her mother’s repeated disappointment in such behavior. And even though I grew up inside the Atlanta Perimeter, there were pine trees everywhere. Pine trees = pine cones. My feet were tough. And that’s a metaphor, in case you need it spelled out.

Anyway, a few minutes after learning that, I came to another realization: there are some personality types that lend themselves to hiring a ghost writer to help them out of a jam. Those personality types can distinguish between poor writing and writing that is simply stylistically different from their own. If you cannot accept that denser paragraphs that are still grammatically correct (and I know this because the MSWord application tends to point out things like run-on sentences and poor spelling) can still be indicative of quality work (despite your tendency to write shorter sentences and paragraphs), then you should probably not hire someone to be your voice. Also, maybe, say thank you to the person who gave you 6,000 words over a period of 4 drafts and 2 weeks to save your behind, instead of threatening not to pay them and telling them how disappointed you are in their work (even though you still intend to use it). It’s the right thing to do. And, by the way, someone whose opinion I trust way more than yours got on to me today to update this space because he enjoys what I write here. He’s a pretty well-regarded guy in the field of journalism so I think I’m just going to put your criticisms behind me. You’re welcome anyway.

Speaking of Reese Witherspoon, she is the owner of one of my all time favorite dresses.

I love it so much.

I love it so much.

Okay, on to other things…

Do you really believe this Hagel? I’m serious, do you?

“We are almost done with a baseline survey to assess the vulnerability of our military’s more than 7,000 bases, installations, and other facilities. In places like the Hampton Roads region in Virginia, which houses the largest concentration of US military sites in the world, we see recurrent flooding today, and we are beginning work to address a projected sea-level rise of 1.5 feet over the next 20 to 50 years,” the report reads.

I mean it just flies in the face of any kind of tested scientific method and you’re going to be structuring our national defense strategy and spending around it? Isn’t this kind of what’s been happening with the whole Ebola thing and all the stupid spending by the NIH? At what point do our fearless leaders stop pandering to the people that got them placed in their positions, grow spines, and start thinking for themselves? Or…do you really believe this Hagel? Because this is a more significant threat to our security, and we could probably help matters by increasing our energy production. Entering the market, as it were. But, in fine ironic style, that wouldn’t be environmentally friendly.

I haven’t worked it out yet, but I think I want to write about this. I push the envelope a little with my libertarian friends, and I know that. But I feel like it’s important not to get swept up into any movement at the expense of reason.

Possibly attending this show with a friend of mine who clued me into a wonderful little deal called Fill-A-Seat. I’ll let you know what we think if we go.

Grandpa had a small orchard and a fantastic winery out in Southern Maryland. There are times I dream about making him proud and carrying on the tradition, at the very least by learning the trade. He was a seriously cool guy.

Speaking of Grandpa Dix, he was a Potomac River Rat, and his accent wasn’t terribly removed from this one. Something about the pronunciation of the vowel “o”. My friend Bay just flew himself and some friends out there and said it was pretty cool. I’m hoping he’ll take me sometime (how’s that for a hint?).

Wow. It would be hard to improve on the original movie. Jason Robards is one of the greats. But I’d see this. The book remains one of my top 5 favorites.

God bless him. The shallow is also really, really, really, really boring.

At some point, there might be something to say about all this. But no one’s ready to hear it. So I’ll wait. But I love the rationalizing and the attempts to carry the same narrative in light of new information. Man is a weird animal that isn’t all that great at negotiating the remarkable gift of reason.

And I’m out. Trying to will the Orioles to win it for their Gipper, who happens to be named Buck.

Hey, been a while. I’m adrift again people. Again. I don’t really want to talk about it but I feel like that nerd in high school who gets bullied into writing some jerk’s AP English paper and then threatened with getting their butt kicked if they ever tell anyone. It’s complicated. (It’s actually not. It’s exactly like that.) But I tell ya, if I manage to pull a Good Will Hunting (“Because f*ck him, that’s why.”) and actually weather all this nonsense and stick around and make something of myself in spite of the mean, spoiled kids, and the duplicitous “overachievers”, and the transactional (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) relationship-line-crossers, one day I may actually have a book in me. So. Many. Characters. Anyway, maybe I won’t do that at all. Maybe I’ll pack it in and go back home. But I doubt it. Because f*ck him, that’s why. And because I can see the outcomes that are ahead. And I want to be here for them. Maybe that’s a terrible reason and makes me a horrible person. But I want to be around for them when they come. And I want to sit and read about them, or see them on social media, and drink a beer, and know that some truths are unavoidable. You will reap what you sow. I’d like to see the reaping. And I will smile.

Just watched the O’s — well, followed the action online — come back in a truly stunning game to win Game #2 in the ALDS playoffs. It sometimes feels like I’m cheating on the Braves but they will always be my guys in the postseason when they go. Anyway, The Orioles look really, really good. I don’t write the Tigers off just yet — this series will go longer than 4 games I expect — but the O’s are playing like gods. It makes me happy.

Makes sense to me. Psychologists have discovered that if you’re a jerk, you expect the world to behave like jerks. I’ve recently had a little issue with that truth pop up. I’ll be avoiding those peeps in the future. They’re a little dangerous.

This looks good.

Just had a pretty good talk with a guy friend of mine about this. I’ve lived with boyfriends. I wouldn’t do it again without an engagement ring. My friend agreed (!) Just seems like a good way to get lost in what is ultimately the illusion of commitment. Also, I do think it puts pressure on a married couple to live together first. I don’t care what the recent research says.

Cool.

Ha, pretty much. What a dirtbag.

Okay I’m going home. I’m tired and I want my dog. Maybe football tomorrow will make things seem a little brighter. Every day’s a new day right? Y’all be good.

Friday Thought Dump

Hey. Finally sitting down to have a beer and do a little writing, and watching the Nats/Braves and O’s/Blue Jays games simultaneously. My Braves have good things ahead, but they just decided this wasn’t their year. They still could conceivably pull a wildcard out of their behinds, but they’re not playing like they want it so I’m not banking on it. Also, the Pirates are. And that’s okay because it is really exciting to watch these two local teams get into the post season excitement. The Orioles are a seriously badass team. I don’t think the Nats have the chops and, frankly, I will enjoy watching their fans join the true fan club, the one that requires your loyalty despite breaking your heart. I just want to see if they have it in them. But I’m pulling for the O’s all the way.

I bought a hat.

So much so I bought a hat.

So, October should have some good baseball. And I do love good baseball. That O’s team reminds me the early 90s Braves team. I was fortunate enough to get to see a lot of their post-season play at the Ted for several seasons and, seriously, if you like the game, there’s nothing more exciting and amazing than pennant races and World Series games. Go to the stadium if you can Nats and O’s fans. It’s such a great experience. Happy for you both. (But more the O’s.)

[Wrote that a few days ago…today starts here. I am pleased with my hat purchase though.]

Alright, I figured something out and I’ll be brief but it was something of an epiphany so I’m going to mention it. I’m truly sorry, some dudes, for not understanding I’m supposed to be a high maintenance witch and get mad and peace out when you do something rotten. I just figure people screw up so I don’t automatically beat a path when someone acts like a jerk. I’ll just try to talk it out. And I like this sort of philosophy of life. I’m sort of discovering now that I’m expected to get indignant. Sigh. Okay. But please don’t think I’m cool about things because I don’t care. I do care. That’s how I show it. Also, you guys are exhausting.

Okay, it’s been a while since I posted anything and I’ve hoarded a bunch of links, but many of them are no longer even interesting to me so I’m tossing several. The following are things that are still crazy after all these years. Or something.

My Pops and I — as we do — have been talking politics when I call home and he made a statement recently about the prospect of Romney running again that was maybe not flattering, but maybe not inaccurate. He said that Romney would be a great peace time President but lacks the strength to be a war time President. Pops likes Perry for his strength, he says. I’m starting to understand why.

I know things have gotten weird, but I defy this kind of thinking. Resigning oneself to the madness of man almost requires a decision to abandon hope. I refuse to do that.

This was a good read on what I agree is an effort to cause damage to the game of football, at all levels of play. It’s no secret that the NFL has some problems, but I think for the most part those problems have to do with the way football players are seen as entertainers rather than men. It’s one reason I like this idea of college football programs working to develop the man inside the athlete. Like my beloved UGA. It’s an important concept, one the boys I know seem to get really mad at me for because it means we might not win EVERY GAME. OR A NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP. I get it guys. I do. But read the stories from classmates of Ray Rice at college if you want to know why it matters.

On that topic, I recently was fortunate enough to hear George Allen speak at a meeting I attended and he — because he can — talked a bit about the Redskins logo controversy and pointed out two facts I did not actually know: the logo was designed by a member of the Blackfeet Nation; and the Navajo Nation has a football team on their reservation in Arizona and the team’s name is, well, you know. I mean, be offended if you want I guess.

Stole the following quote from a very liberal person I follow on Twitter. I re-read it frequently so that I remember there are people who are so self-centered they believe that what they want — here, peace — will automatically change the minds and desires of others. We can practice peace till the cows come home. I’m certain James Foley was a peaceful man.

“So many innocents died on 9/11. Let’s use this enduring loss as an opportunity to practice the value of peace.” —No US president ever

And on that subject, “But now, in the wake of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, it is the U.S. that seems to be yearning for an escape from the burdens of power and a reprieve from the tragic realities of human existence.”

Pops took me to task not long ago from comparing NATO to the League of Nations. He said because it was tied to a treaty, it was a different beast. But I’m with George Will. Perhaps it can be rebuilt as a useful group representative of just more than a few countries. Is that a good thing, though?

Hey, y’all be cool this weekend. Let’s talk soon.

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