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I actually read this on an online message board yesterday:
"Barack Hussein Obama is intentionally covering-up his middle name to hide his link to terrorists."
Here's what terrorizes me: the person who wrote this line is allowed to vote in a presidential election! See, this person thinks that because Obama's middle name also happens to be the last name of that erstwhile Iraqi dictator, he is necessarily an evil, radical Islamic terrorist. No one named Hussein could possibly be anything but.
Umm, except that Sadam Hussein himself was not a fucking terrorist! Haven't we yet succeeded in thoroughly debunking this nonsense notion that Iraq and Hussein had anything whatsoever to do with September 11? For anyone out there who hasn't yet gotten the message: Iraq and Al Qaeda were not connected until after we invaded Iraq. Then, and only then, did Al Qaeda become a presence in that country. Prior to that, there is no evidence that Iraq sponsored terrorist activity. Other countries, like Sudan and Afghanistan for example, knowingly helped out and harbored terrorists (probably with lots of people named Hussein involved), but not Iraq.
Know what country was not a sponsor of terrorism? Jordan. With our good buddy King HUSSEIN at the helm! I know this information just might make some people's head explode, but here it is, absolute proof that not all people with the name Hussein are terrorists.
See, the name Hussein in the Arab world is about as common as names like Jones, Smith, or Johnson in our part of the world. Of course, we all know that since Lyndon Johnson once picked up his dog by its ears, all people named Johnson abuse animals...
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
My Favorite Things
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| The greatest tv show ever |
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| Favorite book |
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| The bucket list boots |
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| My favorite drink |
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| I'm not an addict. I can stop any time I want. Really. |
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| April 8, 2008 |
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| Who wouldn't love these shoes? |
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| The Mad Dog |
Rant of the Day
When I was in high school, every school day ended with me sitting in the kitchen with my mom. She would cook dinner while I told her about the latest injustice that had occurred at school that day. It was my rant of the day. Invariably, some comment was made in class or some poster was hung in a hallway that offended my highly tuned sense of right and wrong or violated the constitutional rights of students in some way. Some days it was something as small as friends planning a party in front of a less popular girl without inviting her to attend. Some days, it was the first gulf war or the state Senate once again threatening to pass a parental consent law for teenagers seeking abortions. And some days it was the high school principal censoring articles in the high school newspaper. My mother faithfully listened and agreed with me, having long been a bit of an agitator herself. She agreed with me on everything: abortion rights, the death penalty, the presumption of innocence, a rigorous separation of church and state, taxes, the environment, and pretty much every other issue you can think of. To this day, she and I rarely, if ever, disagree.
Ranting to her every day after school allowed me to vent my frustrations about whatever had outraged me. I knew I would always have a receptive audience who would vindicate my sense of outrage. On the downside, though, you're not really doing much to change the world by speaking only to the like-minded. (I did go with 5 friends and testify before a state Senate committee about that parental consent proposal. We've always taken some credit for the fact that the proposal never made it out of committee and was tabled for 2 years. So I wasn't all talk...)
Over the years, my rants have continued, though with (slightly) less frequency and with a changing audience. My mom still hears many of my rants, but she doesn't get the daily dose. Instead, my friends and co-workers get to hear some of them. But since I'm a bleeding-heart liberal public defender whose closest friends are also bleeding-heart liberal public defenders, I'm still not doing much to change hearts and minds. More often than not, my rants are met with a reminder that I am preaching to the choir. As a committed public defender working on capital cases, I'm still not all talk. I do fight against many of the things that outrage me, but it never feels like enough.
So now I've thought that I should take my rants to the internet. My like-minded friends, family, and co-workers might get a break from my rabit rantings. If only they all knew how many I hold inside! And maybe, just maybe, someone who doesn't already agree with me will stumble upon one of my rants and think about things a little bit differently. At least, I can hope so.
Ranting to her every day after school allowed me to vent my frustrations about whatever had outraged me. I knew I would always have a receptive audience who would vindicate my sense of outrage. On the downside, though, you're not really doing much to change the world by speaking only to the like-minded. (I did go with 5 friends and testify before a state Senate committee about that parental consent proposal. We've always taken some credit for the fact that the proposal never made it out of committee and was tabled for 2 years. So I wasn't all talk...)
Over the years, my rants have continued, though with (slightly) less frequency and with a changing audience. My mom still hears many of my rants, but she doesn't get the daily dose. Instead, my friends and co-workers get to hear some of them. But since I'm a bleeding-heart liberal public defender whose closest friends are also bleeding-heart liberal public defenders, I'm still not doing much to change hearts and minds. More often than not, my rants are met with a reminder that I am preaching to the choir. As a committed public defender working on capital cases, I'm still not all talk. I do fight against many of the things that outrage me, but it never feels like enough.
So now I've thought that I should take my rants to the internet. My like-minded friends, family, and co-workers might get a break from my rabit rantings. If only they all knew how many I hold inside! And maybe, just maybe, someone who doesn't already agree with me will stumble upon one of my rants and think about things a little bit differently. At least, I can hope so.
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