I tossed a few Thanksgiving food pictures up on Flickr.
Click on over to my Flickr photostream to see more. Oh, and when I say food pictures, I mean food pictures; there are no people to speak of. Maybe later. :)
I made the spice cake and cornbread, my mom made the candied yams (which I didn’t get a picture of, I just realized), Bryon and Mauria’s friend John made the spinach soufflĂ, and Mauria made everything else (bird, potatoes, real not-from-a-box stuffing with sausage, salad, gravy, corn, fresh cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie…)
I ate too much, predictably.
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I don’t know if there’s anything more depressing than being forcibly reminded that a majority of your peers have worldviews wildly out of sync with your own.
On the lighter side, it occurs to me that there’s still a chance (a vanishingly slim chance, I know) that the provisional ballot recount in Ohio could actually hand the state, and thus the election, to Kerry, 11 days after his concession. That would be hilarious. Better than Dewey Beats Truman.
It’s not going to happen, I know, but I needed something to smile about.
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I’m crossing my fingers. And trying not to think about losing.
I’ve tried not to post about politics, for reasons I’ve laid out before (this is a family blog, not a battleground). But I can’t help noting that the whole missing explosives story is just a microcosm of what the Bush administration has meant to me over the last four years.
I’m talking about the incompetence of not covering explosives sites that the IAEA warned them about.
I’m talking about brushing off criticism by implying that maybe the explosives were moved before the invasion, and that nobody really knows (as if not knowing, this far along, was proof against charges of incompetence).
I’m talking about grasping at straws after an American news crew says they saw the explosives, then implying they weren’t the same IAEA-inspected explosives, until the news crew produced pictures of the IAEA seals.
I’m talking about painting any criticism of the administration as criticism of the troops - hypocritically, as it turns out.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m unamerican just because I never trusted this president to prosecute a war, and never believed the pretexts for going into Iraq, and never felt like it would make my family safer - just the opposite, in fact.
I’d rather my country have its priorities straight, and have it be the country I thought it was when I was a kid — the country that only does good in the world, the country that everyone respects not because it has the most bombs but because it has the best ideas — than “stay the course” and continue pursuing a strategy with such an obvious disconnection from reality that even neoconservatives are arguing over it.
Ok. Enough politics. I’m shutting up now.
But I’m keeping those fingers crossed.
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