politics and my cat
Gotta hand it to Bush, the man is full of surprises. What the independent commission on 9/11 needed at its head was a statesman, an honest man with a reputation for decency and compassion. Someone whose probity would be unquestioned by all parties. Someone like… Kissinger.
“I can’t remember — when Kissinger signs a U.S. Government paycheck, does he use a ballpoint pen, or the bloody, severed limb of an East Timorese child?”
Meanwhile the Australian prime minister John Coward is floating the idea of a change to the UN Charter to permit pre-emptive strikes against terrorist targets, for conspicuously undefined definitions of the word “terrorist”. 40 million people around the world are infected with HIV and infection rates are accelerating. Vast dust clouds swallow up rural Australian towns. War, famine, pestilence: what sort of sick individual would bring a child into a world like this?
In other news, the cat is scaling hitherto undreamt-of heights of cuteness, sitting in the crook of my arm and nuzzling my cheek, her whiskers tickling me as she purrs. Somehow she senses that the days of child-substitute-as-cushy-sinecure are numbered.
