Dear Husband has suggested that I sounded… um… a *little* stressed lately, and would I like to go out tonight? Not having anywhere particular to go, but never one to pass up the rare opportunity to have a few hours to myself on occasion, I am sitting in a local coffee shop (as their signs say, “Friends don’t let friends drink Starbucks.”) listening to some guy on a guitar. He’s ok, I guess; I haven’t exactly been listening to the words.
I’ve been cruising blog links through other blogs through other blogs I read, and I found Fausta. I highly recommend going to check out Fausta’s blog post on the Air Force One fly-by on lower Manhattan. I laughed out loud. I’ll take my humor where I can find it, although I’m sure New Yorkers aren’t laughing much over this.
The whole incident reminds me of an episode (not so funny) while teaching 9th grade CCD a few years ago. I’d brought in a CD of a Lebanese nun that sings traditional Maronite chant, which, as Rod Dreher described Maronite liturgy (back when he was still Catholic), “sounds to most Americans like the PLO at prayer.” Figuring the students would have no idea who the heck the PLO is, I said something referencing 9/11 as one of the main images most Americans have of Islam… and they all gave me a really blank look. Planes hitting buildings? Huh? Upon further questioning, most of them had never seen the 9/11 footage. They weren’t even quite sure what had happened.
Their excuse is that they were in about third grade when it happened; if I were their parents, I wouldn’t have let them see the footage at that age, either (although I wonder why they haven’t seen it since). I don’t know what the excuse is for the various members of the Obama administration who approved this idiotic idea.
So, go check it out here.