So I was wondering if Janet Napolitano, now that she’s leaving her position as Sec. of Homeland Security, will have to suffer the same humiliations and annoyance we all have to suffer at the hands of the illustrious TSA when she flies anywhere. Wait, here’s a better question: Does she get to keep her security detail for the rest of her life? And do we, the American public, finance private security for the person who has never been inconvenienced by the decisions she made.
This blob, like so many others, will be different pithy thoughts about subjects with which no one has more than a little concern. For example, a toilet that doesn’t work at a hotel.... oops, that’s not the topic, I meant Syria and how people Tweet about complicated subjects in less than 140 characters. The simple answer is you can’t. But if you did, what might you say:
Assad is a doody ball who cant tell the truth
Barack made Syria about him instead of humanity
Right and wrong is a cultural decision
We need to think about jobs in the USA
It’s about time Judy and Gwen are PBS nightly news anchors
Assad is really good at explaining his actions
Obama is not good at explaining his concerns
Maybe God won’t write Assad into the Book of Life
Maybe Obama should just punch Assad in the nose
Someone should have pinned Assad’s ears back
Not like a punch but serious plastic surgery
People who look silly always want to use drop chemicals
Wasn’t Agent Orange (or Napalm?) a chemical weapon
OK, I don’t understand Tweeting so I feel left out. That being said, it’s unfortunate that we are teaching a generation of children to have very short attention spans, to short cut conversation wherever they can. And not learn how to spell. But then, why do they have to have to have long conversations, or know how to spell. Maybe because communication is difficult enough without having some common ground -- like ‘words.’ And maybe it’s important to explain some things in detail -- hence, a longer attention span. Life is simply not simple enough to abbreviate all communication.
I digress from the pith of this blog. Today we iced 125 cupcakes. They are all hot pink with hot pink sprinkles and hot pink icing. We had a Brady family afternoon, but with a Dubroff edge. Jordan tried to boss us all in Aunt Peppy fashion, and no one listened in like the rest of the Aunts. There was no singing a happy tune, and that would have been better, but all in all, it was most satisfying for just that short time to be happy go lucky.
We are without television so we have no idea what is happening with the Mayoral election in NYC. This is totally frustrating because it was such a circus that it’s hard to miss the rest of the entertainment. Oh wait, we can listen to the radio – on the laptop. What a novel idea. We might even listen to Obama address the nation, on the radio – on the laptop. When was the last time anyone you knew listened to the news on the radio, instead of TV.... by choice?
We just heard from the Spitzer HQ. Who cares. Now Stringer’s HQ. Who cares. Now to Quinn’s HQ. (apparently she’s the best candidate but her consultants designed a campaign that presented her in such a way, that no one liked her.) Now that’s pretty dumb. Who cares? Well if we don’t care why are we listening -- it’s what former political junkies do. Oops, now we turn to DeBlasio’s HQ. He’s probably going to win. I guess that’s something to care about. I’d tweet something clever but I don’t know how. We’re just Tweetin’ … Iris