As I sit down and start this entry, I'd like to thank roshelle for inspiring me to write what follows. I wasn't about to but, after I checked my twitter page and read her blog...I felt compelled to write what follows...
It's September 11th. I, like so many other of us remember what I was doing 7 years ago today. I remember getting the call @ school from a friend of mine. I remember him telling me, "they flew a plane into the World Trade Center!" I told him to "quit playing, I'm busy teaching." He continued and told me to get to a TV and see for myself. I walked down the hall to our school's library and turned on the TV. I stood there with my mouth wide open as we watched, the 2nd plane hit the towers. I rushed back to my classroom and pulled up a news website to try and get some understanding about what could possibly be going on. It was just 6 days before my son's 2nd birthday, and life as I knew it was great! I found it almost impossible to comprehend what I was reading on the computer and what they were reporting on the news.
It's September 11th. I, like so many others of us have become engulfed in what has been arguably the most intense and exciting presidential campaign in American history. Because of how "connected" many of us have become, I've heard all day about "lipstick on a pig." It's the day before the anniversary of the worst terrorist attack on US soil and all the news media is analyzing, commentating, dissecting, and re-contorting what exactly putting make-up on a pork chop has to do with the price of tea in China...or more accurately, the price of oil in Iraq.
It's September 10th. I'm watching Count Down with Keith Olbermann and he ends his program with the most stunning and clear picture of John McCain I myself have truly wished could not possibly be true. And yet, as I've been watching and listening to the news all day, and thinking about "why" we've been talking about "lip-stick on a pig" I am reminded of Occam's Razor and am saddened. Below is his initial response.