Last night, we watched a great movie — Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World. I thoroughly enjoyed it but C didn’t get it. I suppose it is a man’s movie. When the reviewers said it made you feel like you were present for the happenings, they were right. I felt like I was there. I wanted to be there.
I heard one of my top 5 bands — Switchfoot — on the radio Wednesday. I know the song has been in the rotation on MTV for a while, so if my prior estimation of local radio holds up, the song has been on the radio around the country for some time and we probably won’t hear it more than once or twice here.
Today I was reminded that since I’ve had children, I’ve become increasingly sensitive to the savagery of abortion. I nearly cry each time the horror is described. It’s a disgrace.
I saw something on a FedEx van yesterday that got the gears turning. On the door was written, “No Cash on Board.”
Obviously, this sign is intended to deter thieves, and maybe there isn’t anything inherently wrong with the statement; but what about the underlying attitude? I’m really growing to abhor that attitude. It’s the pacifist attitude that has permeated our culture: Don’t rob the FedEx man because he doesn’t carry cash. Don’t rob the 7-11 clerk because he doesn’t know the combination to the safe. Don’t bomb our trains anymore and we’ll elect the president you want. Don’t kill us and you can hijack our plane.
Instead of “Driver carries no more than $100 cash”, what if the sign said “Driver carries no more than 100 rounds of ammunition”? What if hijackees fought back?
…and today from the “I love English” department…the word of the day: prig.
I like to let the art speak for itself: