January 31st, 2011


Denial is a river in Egypt

I can't say that I'm a fan of Hosni Mubarak; nor am I a critic. Egypt is a tough country to run. That said, what I know of Mohamed El Baradei is not to his credit. This is the guy who was in charge of the International Atomic Energy Agency, who failed to get the truth out of Saddam Hussein about his nuclear programs (which could have averted the whole Iraq War); then, he failed to get anything out of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in regards to Iran's nuclear programs. Would one be better than another? Who knows?

What I do know is that Egypt has the largest population in the Arab world. It also has the largest, best trained, and best equipped armed forces in the Arab world. And while some Egyptians no doubt would like a real democracy, there are plenty of others, influenced by the Muslim Brotherhood, that think killing Christians and planning for war with Israel and introducing Sharia law would be good things. Among Arab countries, Egypt has the greatest potential for good -- and the correspondingly greatest potential for disaster.

Now maybe nothing we can do will nudge this situation into a better or safer direction. I don't know. But do I sleep better because Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama are dealing with this on our behalf? Do you?
by himself

Taking pictures of misbehavior probably sends the wrong message, but...

I was doing my physical therapy stretches when I glanced down at the fireplace. There, peeking up from behind the "logs" was a face. Eventually, I opened the screen, but Lightning didn't want to come out. Maybe it's warmer in there. For sure, he didn't get dirty clambering around the fireplace, since he's already swept all the dust out of there in previous excursions. Maybe I should spray him with Pledge and let him roll on the tabletops.

Ashes to ashes Ashes to ashes
Lightning as Cinderfella

in the soup

Hunker down

The Snow Storm

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.