...especially those who harm our language. Bastards.
Rep. Lee Terry (R-Neb.) made some
unfortunate stupid and selfish statements about the current US government shutdown and how he's not giving up his congressional salary during the government shut-down that he's partly responsible for, since he has a nice house and kids in college.
I wanted to know more about this idiot, so I surfed to Wikipedia just now. It's quite possible that the Wikipedia page about Mr. Terry will already be repaired, but here is a screen shot of what it said five minutes ago.
This is the first time I've knowingly hit a page that was changed by someone with a grudge, but I doubt it will be the last.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you cannot be sure about the veracity of what you read on a wiki.
My husband and I were dressed and ready to go out for a lovely evening of dinner and theatre. Having been burgled in the past, we turned on a 'night light' and the answering machine, then put the cat in the back yard.
When our cab arrived, we walked out our front door and our rather tubby cat scooted between our legs inside, then ran up the stairs. Because our cat likes to chase our budgie, we really didn't want to leave them unchaperoned. So my husband ran inside to retrieve her and put her in the back yard again.
Because I didn't want the taxi driver to know our house was going to be empty all evening, I explained to him that my husband would be out momentarily as he was just bidding goodnight to my mother.
A few minutes later he got into the cab all hot and bothered, and said (to my growing horror and amusement) as the cab pulled away:
"Sorry it took so long but the stupid bitch was hiding under the bed, and I had to poke her arse with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck and wrapped her in a blanket so she wouldn't scratch me like she did last time. But it worked! I hauled her fat arse down the stairs and threw her into the back yard....she had better not shit in the vegetable garden again."
The silence in the taxi was deafening...
(Repeated, via Reddit, but too good not to share.)
...in 1,000 years. Very spiffy video. (Wish there was a running date counter, though.)
...at the picture of the man who woke up this morning and decided to kill a dozen people, wound others, and die in a shoot-out with police? Do you find yourself wondering, "WTF made you do that, you damned monster?" Do you find yourself looking, as if somehow there will be little tell-tale marks on his face or lips or eyes...and we can then stop the next one?
Of course, there won't be anything uniquely "mass killer" about how they look. There never is. It's not in their eyes, and we can't see into their souls.
But we keep looking, trying to figure out why.
Only there's no why that a sane person will understand. No "reason" where we think, "Oh, of course. That's why you had to kill a bunch of random people you didn't know."
And the press, who promise that "authorities are trying to find a motive," forget that monsters aren't motivated in ways that non-monsters will get. So they don't understand that they'll never be able to give us any of that information...because it doesn't exist.
And still, we look at those pictures.
...some of us around here will not be able to do more than grab a quick bite, if that. So, there are blueberry muffins in the freezer, instant oatmeal packets, and a large pot of Deb's mixed-bag Italian pasta sauce. (Sauce contains ground beef, diced tomatoes, three kinds of not-very-hot peppers, mushrooms, tomato sauces, garlic, lots of Italian spices, yadda yadda.)
Boil water, add pasta, cook, drain, ladle in sauce, stir until warm, pour into bowl. :-)
Tomorrow, I have to get sodas, more fruit, and fresh bread.
Oh, and flowers for the guest room.
A friend on Facebook from another country recently told me I didn't understand how changeable weather could be. As evidence this is so not true, I present our next few days, courtesy of the U.S. National Weather Service (Oh, and the low last night? 42°F.):
My commentary on current events.
(Via "The Widow Lady" on Facebook.)
In the refrigerator: (1) Alton Brown's gazpacho recipe, enough for dinner for two and leftovers for a dinner side tomorrow, and (2) Argentine Chimichurri Sauce to go on the small boneless sirloin steak for grilling.
I'm not sure we need anything else. But, just in case, there are some madeleines for dessert.
For breakfast tomorrow, there can be scones, mascarpone cheese (which is a reasonable substitute for clotted cream, only not quite as evil), sour cherry preserves, lots of coffee, and maybe fresh local peaches.
For later tomorrow, we're making more slow food: prosciutto onion bread (with lots of fresh sage) from the New Basics cookbook will do nicely with the leftover gazpacho for dinner.
And we'll probably cook a batch of Deb's Not-At-All-Italian sauce for pasta for later in the week (and dinners on the run)...plus there's a chicken to bake up, too. Long, slow, lazy days of cooking and doing laundry and cleaning a bit.