This is a dark time for America. There is an ongoing attempt to obstruct justice, led by the Attorney General himself. Congress will have to act one way or the other in what is likely to become the worst constitutional crisis since the Civil War.
Meanwhile, damage is being done constantly. It what appears to be a last-ditch effort, as if they know what is coming, Georgia and other states are passing highly restrictive abortion bans which are clearly unconstitutional. They seem to know that they will never have another chance.
For me to say, “Hang on, we’ll get through this” would betray the obvious privilege I have as a person who is not directly affected by all of this. And yet we know that this will pass one day, especially if we band together and make sure that it passes. On this, I assure you, I am with you…
Thirty years ago, a sobering dry spell in Iceland’s history came to an end. On Friday, the country celebrates the anniversary of the lifting of a decades-long ban on beer with – what else? – a nationwide Beer Day. The drink was outlawed in Iceland for 74 years, while all other booze was completely legal. The alcoholic anomaly finally ended on March 1, 1989. The beer ban was a leftover from the country’s prohibition era, which started in 1915 when the population voted in a referendum to outlaw all alcoholic drinks.
When I get upset, I stutter, even if I am only talking to myself. This evening, I was annoyed by something and though I was only muttering while I typed (pounded) a response (rant) to the comment that annoyed me, I kept trying to say (growl) “he is a criminal” but it kept coming out “crimical” (actually, it was more like ‘cr-cr-crim-crim-ic-crimical). Finally, I gave up, finished beating the keyboard and sat back, perused the product of my fury, and it was then that I thought … perhaps I have invented a new word! Crimical … a combination of ‘criminal’ + ‘comical’ … crimical! What do you guys think? Gee … I hope Merriam and Webster don’t start calling me day and night, and that the New York Times don’t come pounding on my door! I don’t want to be famous … really … I don’t.