I once read that in a single year, California changed the nature of America more than any state ever has, maybe more than all the rest put together.
The other day I sat down to watch all of the old Disney films I have on VHS.
Some, I never liked, like “Aladdin.” Even as a kid I couldn’t stand Robin Williams playing Robin Williams. Some aren’t as good as I remembered; I couldn’t finish “The Rescuers” movies, and I love Bob Newhart.
But the Disney version of “Robin Hood” was surprisingly good to the point that I had to watch it several times over, and in fact it got better each time.
If anything I say here offends you, I wasn’t trying to. There are two things you don’t talk about over dinner, but if that extended to newspaper columns, I wouldn’t have much to write. Religion and politics offend easily, and taken together the problem is even worse. Actually, this is my point, that under no circumstances should we put either at risk by mixing them.
Read no more than that, and you’ve read enough.
In 2004 I saw bumper stickers around town that read, “Christians remember November.” And this agitated me to no end.
By the time Nov. 4 comes and goes, the 2008 election may prove to be the most popular in American history. Even in Texas where the national races should be safely checked off for the Republicans, there’s more excitement than usual.
I worry this isn’t for the best.
According to the Rev. Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church, God hates gays, 9/11 was the result of America’s tolerance toward homosexuality, and every dead U.S. soldier is a sign of the Lord’s judgment on our depraved national character.
If these things sound sensible to you, you’re probably related to Phelps and a member of his church based out of Topeka, Kan. If they don’t make sense, you may not even remember what the Westboro Church is.
My friend once told me a story of an ant farm of his. For a while they went around digging, eating and digging some more. You know, typical ant stuff. Then they started to die, one after another. Bacteria in the dirt of a closed container – or some such.
Finally there was one ant left. It carried the corpses of the others to a particular chamber they’d all dug previously and stacked them. Then it went back about its business until it too died and got no burial but the trash bin.
Because I didn’t know that until someone told me to look it up. It has nothing to do with anything, but some people only read headlines, and I wanted to share.
So I was talking to a friend the other day, and he was complaining about the lack of clarity of the current Iraq War compared to ’91’s Desert Storm. The point he brought up was that the footage we’re shown now is of such worse quality than the previous one, even though more than a decade has passed and technology has obviously improved.
“Everything I see now is this pixelated digital garbage from people’s cell phones,” he said. “What happened to people filming stuff of quality with quality instead of garbled nonsense?”