Waterworks Edition

Tears of sadness and anger. Synchronicity. Jimmy Breslin still has the chops. Reader Rick sent me a link to an article Breslin wrote about the gentleman who felt it was an honor to dig the grave while our nation was mourning the death of a President. Powerfully written and emotional evocative even after all this time. Then I go to the Reader and Avedon has a link to Jimmy's newest column about impeaching Bush, which is just as well written but the emotion it evokes is anger. Anger at the stupidity of the people who think it will all be over on January 2009. Anger at our so-called Representatives who can't find more than a few sets of cojones out of 535 people. Wherever Kennedy is now, he must be wondering where the country with all that hope and optimism, went. Ask not what your country can do for you-ask what you can do for your country just doesn't have the ring it used to. Unless your rich.

Tears of grief. Yes, I remember where I was ten years ago and just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I was in acupuncture school in San Diego and had @Home broadband, so I watched the story unfold on the web and television. For some odd reason I was devastated by Diana's death. It wasn't as if I had followed her every move, intruding on her life, it was more that she had proved that any young girl could live a fairy tale. Unfortunately, it was a very unhappy fairy tale with a really tragic ending. Just like life.

Tears of envy. I'm lucky if I get one number every ten times I stupidly buy a Lotto ticket but other people don't seem to have that problem. Once again someone hits the Lotto twice. There really is no sense of justice or fair play in this world.

Crocodile tears. Snow. You never know how much you are going to get or how long it's going to last. Unless it's the White House spokesman, then the answer would be September 14. One rat after another. Everyone except the chief rats who are causing the problems.

Happy tears. Craig might do the honorable thing and resign, then he can move to Iowa (no longer idiots out wandering aimlessly) and get married to a man of his own choice. No more potty breaks.

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