Sunday, July 13, 2008
I am sick and tired of hearing about the obscenities taking place in Darfur and the Sudan. The ICC is prepared to issue indictments against the ruling "president" and not only is the Sudanese government insisting that they will ignore any indictments, but the Chinese and Russian governments are moving to bring a motion to stay any indictments as members of the charter which supports the ICC. Is oil REALLY that much more important than the lives of our fellow human beings? Because we cannot see this on our daily news, does that make it not real? If we did see the horrific attacks on innocent women and children, would that move the oil-soaked minds and hearts of the world to take action? Enough is enough. If the ICC is unable to enforce the indictments and warrants for arrest against this government which is endorsing genocide, then perhaps it is time to take old fashioned action, and eliminate the problem. Permanently.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
What is a Curmudgeon anyway?A curmudgeon's reputation for malevolence is undeserved. They're neither warped nor evil at heart. They don't hate mankind, just mankind's absurdities. They're just as sensitive and soft-hearted as the next guy, but they hide their vulnerability beneath a crust of misanthropy. They ease the pain by turning hurt into humor. They attack maudlinism because it devalues genuine sentiment. Nature, having failed to equip them with a serviceable denial mechanism, has endowed them with astute perception and sly wit. Curmudgeons are mockers and debunkers whose bitterness is a symptom rather than a disease. They can't compromise their standards and can't manage the suspension of disbelief necessary for feigned cheerfulness. Their awareness is a curse. Perhaps curmudgeons have gotten a bad rap in the same way that the messenger is blamed for the message: They have the temerity to comment on the human condition without apology. They not only refuse to applaud mediocrity, they howl it down with morose glee. Their versions of the truth unsettle us, and we hold it against them, even though they soften it with humor. - JON WINOKUR