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I’ve let things slide for a while. That doesn’t mean I don’t care, but daddy’s got to work for a living.
And work… well, I didn’t mean to curse… But who needs that (as I wait for the Daily Show at 11:00, I think of one of Jon Stewart’s trademark punchlines): Really, who needs that, cuz it doesn’t look like this is going to be a life I can plan.
For those who missed it… For the first time in recorded history, a hurricane made landfall in the Southern Atlantic Ocean today.
There’s an example. I began that sentence as though I had the leisure to fully absorb this information. But I was busy. And by busy, I mean, stuck in an uncomfortable chair in uncomfortable pants and dreadfully uncomfortable colored socks. Watching the world pass me by on a computer screen.
Why, for god’s sake,… Why can’t they make a “dress” sock that feels as comfortable as a good athletic sock? And I’m not ranting, I applied for a patent through one of those late (fly by) night operations that seem to promise every good invention (though only my brother sees these ads; whenever I watch it’s that jackass with the angle mop or the hatchet-faced brownshirt that bilks people out of their savings).
Anyway, I have a few minutes before the Daily Show comes on. As if Jon Stewart hasn’t personally saved my sanity in this America of Jesus’ Freedom, the guest tonight is Richard Clarke.
For those living under a rock (okay, okay, – or with something/one better to spend time with) – this man has rocked my world in the past week.
If you did not catch the live testimony before the Congressional Commission, you missed a show. Better than Watergate. Easy.
I’m good at living vicariously. I wear it as a badge of honor that Chariots of Fire can still draw a tear. (Why?) I enjoy understanding the humor of Fred Allen or Jack Benny. Even though, now, unless I have a particularly good bottle of champagne in my hand, a rendition of “Allen’s Alley” is not going to get any laughs. …And I’ve never even tried to explain what’s so funny about Mr Mom…
But there’s nothing funny about watching Richard Clarke. Nothing. To see a man whose job it was to get up each day and think, on purpose, “What’s the worst thing that could happen, today?” And then to see him sit before a committee that would rival a Stalinist jury, explaining the difference between knowing the right thing and being able to do it…
It’s priceless.
Again,… It’s priceless. It’s something that cannot be afforded fools. Jim Thompson, I’m looking at you, kid.
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