Nero fiddled while Rome burned.
Me, I watered grass.
I don’t have much clever or pithy to say on the “Innocence of Islam,” except to note that the Internet makes the spread of odd, jerky nonsense way too easy. And that violence against Americans is a sad knee-jerk reaction. Neither extreme in this dispute, as the world again seems a more violent and less tolerant place, seem to have much appeal to me.
And we’ll be inevitably thinking about what the First Amendment means, so I guess this creates a new case study to talk about in my media courses. Frankly, I’d be much happier with the old case studies.
The drought in Iowa is easing, just a bit. Rain is expected tomorrow. But with new grass sprouting, I can’t let the surface of some new grass areas of my lawn dry out. They say you should water every day when you have new grass, although I never have. But, it was Sunday when I watered last, and I meant to water Tuesday and ran out of time.
Every other day is what I aim for. Tuesday’s watering was Wednesday morning, and Mother Nature should take care of things until this weekend.
I was a bit distracted as I watered this morning. I usually enjoy being outside doing something that benefits growing things, but I had listened to NPR, and the day after the anniversary of 9/11, yet another tragedy had befallen my fellow Americans.
It leaves me a bit angry and scared. It leaves me upset with the jerks in California who made this loathsome, stupid film. It also left me queasy, thinking that some attack on the First Amendment freedom of expression may be looming out there.
And it left me a bit nervous about what comes next. How will we react? How will the rest of the world react? These are complex problems.
Remember when Hillary ran the “3 a.m.” ads in 2008—who do you want to answer the phone when there is a crisis at 3 a.m.? Barack or Mitt
Barack, hands down. As I water, one point in comfort that I have is that the person at the helm seems more experienced and steady than Hillary imagined four years ago (and yes, it helps that her fingers are in the mix, too). On foreign policy, Mitt doesn’t seem ready for prime time.
Or so it seems to me, for now. I’m glad these delicate and big decisions don’t depend on me at this moment. I hope, and pray, that cooler heads on all sides will prevail, but I’m afraid of what will happen between then and now.
In the meantime, I guess I will water. It seems all I can do at the moment.