Thoughts and Musings

Welcome home, Matthew

Matthew came home from Iraq for a week’s R&R today. Nikki (his sister) and I were on the road running errands when she got the call. We turned around and headed right back to her house. We were joined later by some friends and a full-on party ensued…with Papa John’s calzones and everything. And beer. Lots of beer. It’s going to a long week.

Welcome home, Matthew! And thank you.

Holy Hitler, Batman!

I read in the paper recently that the popenazi has declared (actually reaffirmed) that catholics who are divorced and remarried outside the church (so, anyone without a bought-and-paid-for annulment) are not allowed to commune because they are living in a state of mortal sin. Also, catholics who support any politician who supports abortion are not allowed to commune. What the hell. And they wonder why attendance is falling in the churches. So it’s OK for a former Nazi to be pope and to commune, but man, you better not support a left winger. Makes perfect sense.

I have more to say on this (there's a shock), but I'm going to hang out with my favorite 2-year-old right now so it'll have to wait.

Swaying to the Music

I’m listening to John Denver on my iPod right now.
…sunshine…on my shoulders…makes me happy…
Me too, John, me too.

Party Time

The preparations are underway for Sean’s surprise 30th birthday party tomorrow. We have ordered the 2 essential ingredients for any successful birthday party: a keg and a moonwalk. Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a time.

Update: It’s now Sunday, the party’s over, and I’ve got some serious shizit to write about. I can’t do it now though. I’m horribly nauseous (a keg and a moonwalk and all day in the hot sun will do that to you). So, more to come later.

The Terror Continues

I woke to the news that terrorists had attacked London this morning. Cowardly pricks. Joe called me at 6:30 this morning to tell me about the attacks. I staggered, half awake, to the living room and switched on the television to hear Tony Blair decry these barbaric acts. Several bombs had gone off in the city’s subway system. Another, probably a suicide bomber, exploded on one of the famed double-deckers. I’m not sure I even said good-bye to Joe before I hung up and listened intently to Blair’s words. There were fatalities and many injuries. No one was sure yet of the extent of the damage. As a human being I was concerned and appalled. As a human being with relatives in London I was terrified.

Later in the day, even after I got confirmation that my cousins were unhurt, I couldn’t pull my self away from the news. I had a voracious appetite for the details. I hate these people. I hate these people. I know this is all they know and I realize that their lives suck and that they are inhuman slugs, but man, you do not know what it takes for me to keep from saying Just carpet bomb the Middle East and get it over with already. I know that’s wrong. I know there are innocent people there. I just hate what our world has become. God, it makes me sad. I see the pictures of kids as young as 8 and 10 years old smiling and pointing to the mutilated bodies of Americans hung from a bridge for the world to see and I just want to wipe them out now because in 10 years these little bastards are going to be the ones doing the bombing. I hate these people.