Never forget -- it's all about ME

Sunday night was spent on the bathroom floor, racked by nausea and cramps, vomiting and diarrhea. I'm pretty sure this nightmare was caused by an undercooked piece of chicken. After cleaning myself off and brushing my teeth over and over again, I retired to the sofa. I finally made it to work at about 3:00.

ANYWAY ... while all this was going on, I thought about the President. In a span of little more than 24 hours, he signed Bin Laden's death warrant, visited the tornado-ravaged South, and delivered a monologue at the White House Correspondents' Dinner.

I don't think he's allowed to get a bad piece of chicken. He has too much to do.

I'm too big a baby to be President.

Movie Monday -- All about Flight

Share on your blog films focused on flight, things that fly or become airborne, linking back here.

One of my favorite movies is a celebration of being airborne. I'm only sorry I couldn't find a good shot to represent "Let's Go Fly a Kite."

The Death of Bin Laden

Yes, I'm glad. The bastard killed thousands that tragic day (and who knows how many first-responders will continue to suffer as a result of his handiwork?) and terrorized the rest of us and was actually proud of his hateful carnage.

But I refuse to be jubilant. I cannot celebrate. We're better than that. The violent loss of life ennobles no one. In mourning those who died on 9/11, we sang this verse of "America, The Beautiful" in church. It bears repeating.


O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine!