Sacrifice

I want to write a blog right now, but the kids are being a giant pain in the ass, and so I must tend to them instead.

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I hope this analogy proves false...

Border Czar is to the border problem as Drug Czar is to the "War on Drugs".

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"I Hate These Guys"

I heard about that Nazi suspect guy who is 89, in poor health, and being shipped off to Germany to stand trial for being an accessory to something like 29,000 killings. The dude's family was all upset that it's harsh for a man of his age in his condition to be yanked from his house (wheelchair and all) and sent overseas. I think they actually called in torture. Audacious, eh? I wonder what they would call getting burned in an oven then? I don't feel sorry for this man, even though he may be innocent, but it does make me wonder, how long we should be held accountable for our actions? This old man surely isn't a threat anymore, but that doesn't undo the evil acts he (allegedly) committed before father time and circumstance stripped him of his power and strength. Everyone without the opportunity and resources to prove otherwise is honest and good.

Also, is there such thing as the innocence of youth? Obviously, Nazi tactics could never be considered innocence of anything, but is it just a question of severity (i.e. stealing a car and joy riding = ok, gassing someone in the "shower" = not so much)? I suppose that there is a difference between criminal actions and immoral actions. But at what point do "immoral" acts become criminal? Must I remind you that our country is filled with all kinds of bizarre state by state sex laws ranging from anti-vibrator legislation to the classification of unmarried (yet consenting) adults lasciviously associating as a class 2 misdemeanor.

A teeny tiny personal, not sexual (sorry to disappoint) application of criminal vs. moral concept...when I was in middle school, I used to stay after last period and help the teacher by cleaning the erasers and chalk board. As soon as she left the room, I would regularly steal the 'classroom reward' candy from her bottom right desk drawer. Criminal? Technically stealing, but probably less than the amount necessary to define the act as criminal. Immoral? Certainly. When I think about it now, me stealing candy from my teacher almost seems as bad as a junkie stealing a stereo from a stranger. I took advantage of her trust for my own personal (yet small) satisfaction.

From there I am forced to entertain the concept of honest immorality. If society as a whole deems a certain behavior as immoral, but a person who emulates the behavior in a victimless arena is honest with herself, where is the harm?

I'm about to get sucked into some serious circular thinking here, so alas, I must end.

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Thoughts

Many things have crossed my mind lately. Some only for a moment, others for longer than that, but seldom long enough to be figured out they way they should. Here are a few:

Wants and needs are different for everyone and I enjoy talking to people about their lives and figuring out how they balance their own wants and needs. Also, not feeling wanted or needed by someone you care about a lot is a pretty sad feeling. Perception messes with this a little though, because a person may want and/or need you, but if you don't perceive it to be true, then for you, it isn't.

When I sit at my regular seat at the dinner table and look out the sliding glass door, a large tree is framed in a nearly symmetrical way, with the trunk running right down the center where the doors meet. I'm thankful to have recently noticed this.

Fuck North Korea.

I've been enjoying my time at work a bit more in recent weeks, because I've been doing some different tasks that make me feel like my presence makes a difference. What tasks you ask? Everything from developing a kick ass spreadsheet to assembling bar stools. I rule.

If dealing with nasty bratty kids is this hard when you really wanted kids, I don't know how all mothers who have unplanned pregnancies (and give birth and keep the baby) don't end up killing the kid over the course of a lifetime.

Fuck Somali pirates.

I'm glad the Obamas finally got a dog, so we can all move past the cutesy wootsy small talk banter about it any time he does an interview. Also, I'm glad it's a black dog, because if they got a white dog, some asshole somewhere would probably have to say something retarded about black dog not being good enough for the first black family to be in the White House.

I can't wait until all of the Easter candy is gone.

People can travel to Cuba now. I'll have to set up a meeting with my travel agent ASAP, just as soon as I get back from Angola.

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