unmitigated fucking disaster.
(a steam-of-consciousness morning)
We live pretty much on the flight path from Moffet Field to The Hoover Thingy at Stanford. So the greatest American war criminal of our times, who is in a hard competition with Hoover for the worst American president in history, will probably fly over our house this afternoon. My wife’s office, just yards from the Hoover Phallus, will probably be on some sort of lockdown all afternoon. Our one-year old daughters will be wearing their Code Pink t-shirts as we take our morning walk through Palo Alto. Our Texas flag is flying outside our house. Helicopter traffic seems above average already this morning. The girls ate pancakes for the first time today. On our walk we are searching for some small boxes to mail honey our bees made to some friends and relatives. Its supposed to rain this afternoon, so we probably won’t walk over to campus during the Decider’s visit. I’ve seen him twice before, once before he got the nomination, I was visiting Philadelphia, walking around downtown, and he was there to meet with Tom Ridge about a possible vice-president slot. I was about to cross the street and a cop yelled at me to get back on the sidewalk. A motorcade drove by and there he was, a scared little boy in the back seat of a grey Cadillac. He saw me, and I saw him. Off he drove. After the voting, but before the Supreme Court Decision, in 2000, we lived in Austin. While the country waited, protesters would parade in front of the governor’s mansion with signs while the media sat under tents across the street. My brother-in-law was visiting, and he had us make signs so if we had a chance we could get on national TV. When we finally made it to the mansion, all the media was on break, and no protesters were around. We got out our signs and stood on the sidewalk. Suddenly the gate opened and out came the motorcade. There was the same scared little boy. I wonder what he thought as he read my sign, “Is It So Crazy to Love Your Country?”
Someday I’ll tell the girls about today, but I worry what world we’ll be in by then.
