Hey y’all. So I had a post written yesterday and when I pushed the button to publish, WordPress pulled a derp and said something like, “Are you sure you want to do that?” and I said, “Uh, yeah.” and it said, “Well you can’t.” It was a weird dialog box exchange that still doesn’t make sense to me except that I hadn’t closed that tab in my browser for literally a few days so I think WP just got confused. Anyway, take 2…
Let me just start by saying to the people who feel the need to pat themselves on the back for everything — and I mean EVERYTHING — they do. Look, stop okay? Going to the grocery store is not a feat of skill. Being kind and thoughtful to your friends, learning how to share, being decent, not pitching a fit for not getting your way is what you’re SUPPOSED to do. As my friend Jeff was always fond of saying, you don’t get a cookie or a gold star for doing the right thing. It’s what’s required of good people. It, in short, doesn’t make you special. I used to be of the opinion that those people were kind of sad because they just had to be massively insecure to need affirmation for things like that. I’ve changed my mind. Now I think there are some who simply believe themselves to be better than other people and something as simple as thinking of someone else means they’ve done something remarkable and they deserve praise for it. Bleh. Get over yourselves. You may have been born with different opportunities or skills or genetic material, but that has — as we say in the South — shit all to do with something you’ve done. So maybe stop giving yourself so much credit for something you had nothing to do with. It’s obnoxious. But then, you are inordinately amusing and entertaining….hmmmm. Never mind. Carry on being you. Sometimes I get bored and need a good laugh.
Alright, let’s talk about the serious stuff. I’ll try to remember what I wrote yesterday…
With no disrespect to Megyn Kelly, who is a total badass, I tend to not be jumping aboard this train. Everyone’s comparing Rand Paul’s invocation of Reagan as a reason to blast Cheney/Bush for their decision to go into Iraq. I just think that, given 9/11 and their belief that Iraq had some pretty nasty stockpiles of weapons, they made the best decision they could at the time. And wanting to bring Democracy to a region — wanting to offer the concept of freedom and self-governance to a repressed and tortured people — was noble and came from a place of good. Unfortunately, Western concepts are culturally so foreign it would seem that it may have been a losing proposition from jump. But the effort wasn’t evil and I’m so proud of the men and women who were there, who fought on behalf of that noble goal, and I refuse to diminish their sacrifice by questioning the nobility of the goal. For the record, and speaking as someone who really does want to stay out of world skirmishes where we have no immediate interest, I believe we should have gone in. I believe the WMDs existed and were moved, and am fascinated by pieces like this — of course making no claims about its veracity because how the hell do I know? — but there is and has always been more to this story. Finally, I do not think what is happening there now is because we made the decision to go in. What’s happening now is directly the fault of the current administration and its leading from damn behind philosophy. Because this is true, and this is the future. And Obama needs to man up and cop to his role. That sounds disrespectful and I’m sorry. But it’s how I feel. But I can get into that some other time.
Just to keep things real, Fox news is running a piece on fighting Anthrax right now. Welcome to the new age.
I’m just gonna leave this here. Krebs quote about not posting private information is apparently one that needs reiterating.
Everyone’s seen this floating — heh, see what I did there? — around right? Holy. Cow. If it’s real, it reminds me of that time I was a kid swimming out to the sandbar off the coast of Ft. Walton beach (you can kind of see it here) and I opened my eyes and realized I was smack in the middle of a flight of butterfly rays. But they’re harmless. I’m not sure I would have known what to do if I saw a shark. Punch them in the nose, right?
My friend Matt recently moved back home to England and he sent me this video the other day and said, “Sarah, it has been a while but this is really something. While referring to British history mostly, a reminder of how remarkable Mrs Thatcher really was. A revolutionary (albeit not quite ideologically pure for libertarians) who achieved a lot in favour of economic freedom. If only we could find another PM like her here. A great pep up if you ever feel down about the power of freedom for ordinary people as an idea.” Sometimes I forget how fortunate I am to know such great people. Thank you my friend.
Pretty is as pretty does. I don’t know if Hope Solo is nuts or not, but the hyper aggressive/competitive woman is just freaky to me. For example, after my softball game the other night, a new girl on the other team we beat like redheaded stepchildren — very attractive and a good player — decided (I think. I never really am able to get into their crazy heads. Thank God.) that she had an interest in one of my male friends and I think felt like I needed to be dealt with if she was going to get close. Seriously. She literally cornered me and put her hands up on either side of the wall to block me from saying goodbye to my friend. It was manically physical and off the chain crazy. I almost punched her in the stomach. But I don’t need to get nailed for assault so I just spit a few annoyed words at her and made her look a fool, which tends to be how I roll. But ladies, scale it back. Maybe “ladies” isn’t the right word there… Because look, if you’re going to be crazy, at least do something useful with yourself.
Just a funny after that crazy talk:
Someone asked me yesterday what my male physical ideal looked like. That’s easy.