The Best of Me Symphony turns Terrible Two this week, and my own contribution makes it likely that we might get a few, shall we say, dissenting opinions around here again, as we did when it was first posted on 05 July this year.
You can't talk about Iraq and opposition hypocrisy much without stirring up at least a little trouble, though.
As usual, the BoMS is full of wonderful stuff, much (if not most) of it non-political. Yeah, leave it to me to spoil the fun by dragging politics into the party.
Mark Rayner at the Skwib reintroduces us to his recurring character, Thag, whose mate not only wants him to cut his toenails, but doesn't like his paintings of them either.
Jack's Shack of Random Thoughts rants about something I've been thinking a lot about lately, too, namely the death of common courtesy, and relates his experiences in an elevator car.
Gary Cruse, hosting the Symphony himself this week, echoes my own sentiments well with Bootstrapping Down to Defeatism. We're not exposed to the sort of images from 9-11 that might sustain the will to fight—only the ones that lead to mourning and defeatism. Like those stoopid yellow ribbons.
Eric of Eric's Grumbles Gives us a wonderful history lesson concerning the reasons behind the Revolutionary War and their modern parallels. Quite fascinating, really, and an essential part of knowing what America is and what she represents.
Adam's Blog points out that fantasies of leftist secession are completely unecessary, and that Federalism can be the leftist's friend, too.
The Hodgepodger wrestles with inevitability and relations.
And Idler Yet begs us to Stop the Madness, relating the latest terrifying activities of drug-crazed meth addicts:
Will the horrors of this methedrine epidemic never cease? First it violates all the rules of epidemiology by involving fewer people every year instead of more -- and now this. In the grip of their addiction, slavering (okay, dry-mouthed) meth addicts, driven by some strange lust, are boiling out of their hideouts, rampaging through the countryside, and painstakingly excavating Indian arrowheads from farmland and river beds. It's terrifying, but I have confidence in our drug police.
My Lord, how will we ever survive??
There's lots more where that came from, so be sure not to miss it.
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