Here’re those pictures I promised. They come from a day I had to myself, tooling around Georgetown and I found this great little art gallery featuring bronze sculptures by one Richard MacDonald. As a dancer, of course, I was spellbound. And the gallery director was kind enough to let me take pictures which she really, and I mean REALLY, could have declined to do. Sometimes, people are kind. Also, check the original Dr. Suess. I wanted badly to buy a small reproduction for my niece but even that was out of my price range — hence the traveling back and forth to DC every five minutes looking for work. Something will give, right? Hello…?
Anyway, of course, as usual, I have another dance video to entertain you at the end because, as is so often the case, it moved me, made me feel inconsolably sad and yet uplifted and hopeful at the same time. And that pretty much defines what it is that dance, if you let it, can do to (for) you.
But one quick thing — there’s so much going on to debate at the moment: Healthcare (of which I’ll be posting something a friend wrote at a later date and you should check out Jr.’s take on it because he mentions Tort reform which — if I can infer this from a meeting I had Monday — is looking to be a hot button issue for conservatives); the cash for clunkers debacle; food safety bill H.R. 2749 that Juje clued me into; the whole “end-of-life” consultations offered as an option in ObamaCare — which, I’m sorry, just freaks me out; and just what will happen with the Congressional elections next year.
But I’m a little tired — didn’t get a lot of sleep last night — so there’s really only one thing I want to say. The whole Beer Party as a means to racial accord situation at The White House was interesting. On the one hand, it had kind of a light and down-to-earth flavor that seemed an appealing way to handle the situation and was, on the surface, a very interesting and potentially successful way of repairing damage. But then reality crept back in and the truth rose to the surface — our President, had he played his press conference question correctly and declined to comment on something he was woefully undereducated about (he didn’t know the facts is what I mean), rather than immediately jumping to conclusions, would never have needed to call these folks to his home to chat it out over a beer. What I’m saying is, the beer party never would have happened if everything else about the situation went down in exactly the same way but Obama declined to comment. I think I’m right about that. So, the beer party was really about Obama trying to fix his own image, wasn’t it? I mean, had he declined comment, would he have still called his buddy and the cop to come to The White House to talk about some of these things that, agreed, really should be talked about? I think the answer is no. And this is why Obama just doesn’t do it for me. This is about fixing his image but he turns it into some drummed up, feel-good opportunity to talk about race-relations. It’s just disingenuous, self-serving and arrogant. Especially when the discussion of race-relations — the real discussion — would be a very good, productive thing to do and would prove that Obama had some leadership qualities. Doing it this way — which is to say, doing it without the goal in mind being actual understanding rather than image protection — is kind of insulting. To Gates, Crowley and all of us who care about these things.
Let it move you this weekend.