Today is my dad’s 60th birthday. Please join me in wishing him a very happy day filled with love and cool presents. I love you dad, can’t wait to see you later this month!
My buddy Q! sent me a link this morning to a Craig’s List post that is, well, pretty much an open letter from a New Yorker to the girl who lives in the apartment across the street from him. It’s funny and kind of creepy too…
Dear President Bush,
As I write this, thousands upon thousands of your fellow Americans are suffering through one of the worst natural disasters to ever hit these United States of America.
I would like to paraphrase my friend Gene and say that I wish I could be proud of your actions. I really really do. But I can’t.
Where were you when you first heard that Katrina was going to hit our shores in the Gulf of Mexico? Were you at your ranch fishing napping and ignoring a bereaved mother of a dead soldier?
Where were you when you heard of the devastation that Katrina had wrought? Were you in San Diego shmoozing with your millionaire/billionaire buddies asking for more money?
Where were you when the mayor of New Orleans was begging for help for his city? Were you flying over the city in Air Force One looking out the window?
I’m not that old, Mr. President, but I remember when the United States of America would have been the first country in the world to assist another country if/when a natural disaster struck. Where were you when the tsunami struck last year? Where were the billions of dollars that we could have easily given to those disaster-stricken people when they needed the assistance? Why did you wait so long to offer monetary aid, only to offer so little you (and the rest of America by proxy) were ridiculed into upping the aid to save what little face you (and we, your fellow Americans) have in the international community?
Where are the National Guard soldiers that could have been sent to New Orleans and other hurricane destroyed areas? Were they perhaps in Iraq? Maybe I’m wrong, but I thought the whole idea of the NAtional Guard was for them to be, oh I don’t know, guarding the nation.
Why are you staging press junkets standing in front of Coast Guard helicoptors and crew when those very same people and choppers could have been assisting Katrina’s victims?
Mr President, I’m not mad at you, I’m disappointed with you. I want so hard to be proud of you and this country. While I’m more left-leaning than right, I want to have pride in my country and the people who were elected to represent us in our government.
I want to be a proud American, Mr President, please do what you can to restore my ever waning faith in my country.
God bless you, Mr President, and God bless America.
Marcus, Chris, Shane and I won our bowling league tonight winning two of three games in the championship game. We won both games by 15 or less points, so it was really exciting.
The team we played against were really nice guys and both teams were cheering each other on the whole night. It was actually pretty refreshing because the team we beat last week was really bitter about losing to us and were still rude to us this week… Ah well, sour grapes and all.
The most important thing was that we had fun and each of us wound up being WAY better at bowling by the end of the 14-week league then we were when we started. Amazingly, my best game was a 163. I’ve no idea how the hell I did that well. I went from a 97 average in my first week to a 118 average by the end of the season. Good times.