I wish Bush would take off that stupid American flag pin when speaking at the United Nations. So much for international law. What a frickin’ dillweed. He clings to that pin (er, it clings to him, I guess) like Linus’s security blanket.
Which reminds me: when I was 11 years old, in fifth grade, I got to play Linus in our school play. We did the book report scene from “You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown.” I got to recite a monologue that began:
In examining a work such as Peter Rabbit, it is important that the superficial characteristics of its deceptively simple plot should not be allowed to blind the reader to the more substantial fabric of its deeper motivations.
My parents have it on videotape. It’s adorable.
But nobody’s seeing it except my next boyfriend.
Where do I sign up?….Bill
Linus is a lot cuter than King George II, and correctly pronounces big words. You are, by the way, a lot cuter than Linus.
Pins, symbols, things our bodies see, sense, and otherwise feel..
Who cares.
I care about what i hear.
Substance. Examine the friggin’ substance.
We’re living in an age verging upon another age, and people speak of symbols over, and over, and over. Values. Values are a changing.
One day, in your one-day-to-be niece’s reign of 30-something hood, there shall exist two classes of nations: those with liberty and those fearing it, hating it with fasicst-religious rhetoric.
It will happen, before your own eyes, Post-Manhattan. New term?
America, and that concept of the City on The Hill, was never promised to survive till the end of the ages. It takes strength, and vision. Oh, and values. Indeed, our collective future might well be far bleaker, if we don’t stop worrying about symbols, and start working for quality values, despite our instinctive senses.
Stopping seeing with your eyes, and start seeing with your head. Man vs. Animal.
.rob adams