Frank,
Winner has to buy the loser a fresh copy of Al Franken’s “Rush Limbaugh is a Big, Fat Idiot.”
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Subject: [From the Mountaintop] 10/09/2005 06:56:30
Good for you, Terry. Want to race? :)
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Frank,
Winner has to buy the loser a fresh copy of Al Franken’s “Rush Limbaugh is a Big, Fat Idiot.”
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Subject: [From the Mountaintop] 10/09/2005 06:56:30
Good for you, Terry. Want to race? :)
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President Bush sought Thursday to revive waning public support for the war in Iraq, accusing militants of seeking to establish a "radical Islamic empire that spans from Spain to Indonesia" with Iraq serving as the main front. Islamic radicals are being sheltered by "allies of convenience like
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Yeah.
He’s so -cute- when he says stuff like this!
Let’s see, there’s one country in the Mideast run by theocrats relatively hostile to us,
Yes, Saladin is rising again. Saladin was a Kurd like … our closest allies in
Seems to me as if the Jihad has to fit a lot of Arabs and Muslims before they can even think about taking us on. So where’s this “Islamic empire” going to take place?
In the minds of the president’s more simplistic supporters, who love the idea of modern Crusaders defending the cross against the infidels. Godless communism has thrown in the towel. You can’t holler about them any more. There’s no point looking under lefty Aunt Rosa’s bed for them anymore. So what’s a godly warrior to do?
Why, find other zealots willing and able to play the game, that’s what. People who worship the –wrong- God (although a deity who offers a paradise full of willing women can’t be all bad.) People who, unlike Commies who could look just like me or you, are different. Brown usually, with funny clothes. People you certainly don’t see in
The Islamic terrorists are no threat to the continued existence of the
A lot of the attraction, in my opinion, is built in the relatively vague aims of the jihad movement. There’s no twenty point plan for the brave new world. There’s just the Koran as they see it, and the promise of a happy life. In this sense it’s similar to the Nazis, who were also vague and drew people in because they promised action and a better life, not a debating society.
This isn’t a class of civilizations, or of religions. It’s growing pains. What we have called the
The answer is to continue to push for democratic and economic development, but allow the locals to set the pace and the agenda. One of the remarkable lessons of Iran is that when people seize control of their own destiny, they’re a lot more likely to make progressive choices than when it’s imposed on them (hence our struggle in Iraq). As one Iranian political leader said recently, “Time is on our side. After all, it took the West hundreds of years to get where it is. We’ve just had twenty.” Our best weapon against the jihadists over time is patience, and a gentle nudge from time to time.
Now will someone please tell our president? He’s just making himself look silly otherwise. Next thing you know, he'll be dressing himself up like Richard the Lionhearted. It's embarrassing.
It’s been a busy month. I’ve been organizing a Walk to School Week for my son’s school. I went to grade school in
But the really tiring thing has been learning how to swim. Yep, at the ripe old age of 47 I’ve finally learned how to boogie across the pool.
Part of it is long-deferred desire. A lot more is having a second-grader son who was splashing water on me in the pool and then paddling to the other side, laughing. Oh, such fun it was when I shot back after him a couple of weeks ago!! He liked it. He’s now got Daddy as pool buddy in addition to playground buddy, ballgame buddy and hide-and-seek buddy.
Perhaps the biggest incentive was fear of not being able to hop into the pool or river and save my son’s life without risking my own. That was the motivator of motivators.
So now that I know how, I feel stupid for all the years I didn’t. I literally learned within a week. On Monday I would sink to the bottom of the pool. By Friday I could scoot across with little difficulty. (Gotta watch the feet, keep ‘em –straight-!) In the past, I tried to learn it on the cheap. I took a college course, and then last year a Parks and Rec course. In both cases, it was “hold on to the side and kick.” Did nothing.
Grown-ups who can’t swim have two stunning fears. One is sinking, of not feeling solid surface under our feet. The other is dunking our head under the water. Seems, like, -dangerous- or something. That’s why my momma wouldn’t let me learn when I was a kid. I wanted to go to the local pool and learn. No, she said, you can’t get in the pool because you don’t know how to swim. Gee, Ma, I think I need to do that to –learn- how to swim. Momma never learned to swim herself and was absolutely terrified of drowning. So I didn’t learn.
(San Francisco high school graduation requirements at the time included knowing how to swim. My swim class teacher couldn’t believe I didn’t already know how and told me to stand by the pool until she could figure out what to do with me. After a couple of days of this, I skipped class and spent the time reading the Foundation and Empire sci-fi trilogy.)
My son could swim when he was five. He’s always loved water and my wife is a good swimmer, so he learned by watching and doing at an age when he doesn’t overthink it all.
So, on a lark as I passed by a local swim school in August, I stopped, and signed up for professional lessons.
I hate spending money for nothing, so I knew that if I paid cash money, I’d learn. I also needed –individual- lessons. I needed someone to sit there, push me, direct me and get my head under water.
It worked. Now, I love swimming. It’s fantastic exercise. It’s a social thang, especially here in toasty summered
The oddest part has been the lukewarm congratulations of the grown folks around me. It’s been, “oh, that’s nice …”. I was expecting huzzahs and backslaps. But I guess when you’re finally learned something a lot of second graders can do, it’s really much of a victory. But I’ll declare victory anyway. It was my war, so if I say I’ve won, I’ve won. So there.
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This is my frustration with the anti-Darwin side. Because their view is wholly based on faith, they immediately assume every counterveiling is the same. They don't take time to understand the science.