GOP Still Needed to Spell Grown-Up?

11 07 2009

Or maybe it take grown-ups to spell GOP?

Either way, Peggy Noonan sounds like my kind of grown-up in her WaPo column today.

And as I read it I was thinking, Sarah Palin probably wouldn’t even get the literary allusion in the headline . . .if she even bothered to read it (the column, never mind the book!) in the first place.


“A Farewell to Harms: Palin was bad for the Republicans—and the republic.”

She is not working class, never was. . .
What she is, is a seemingly very nice middle-class girl with ambition, appetite and no sense of personal limits.

She wasn’t thoughtful enough to know she wasn’t thoughtful enough. . . .

. . .Really, she is the most careless sower of discord since George W. Bush, who fractured the party and the movement that made him. . .

Here’s why all this matters. The world is a dangerous place. It has never been more so, or more complicated, more straining of the reasoning powers of those with actual genius and true judgment.

. . .The era we face, that is soon upon us, will require a great deal from our leaders. They had better be sturdy. They will have to be gifted. There will be many who cannot, and should not, make the cut. Now is the time to look for those who can. And so Read the rest of this entry »

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FavD’s Friend Finds Family Power of Story in Belgium

11 07 2009

en route

by kiki July 11, 2009 in Belgium

Didn’t get our customary 9 – 10 hours of sleep last night, so we are a bit knackered. Awoke at quarter to seven today to catch the train to Bruxelles from Mons. The journey was good and we arrived at around quarter to 9. We then proceeded to get lost for the first time of the day trying to find the Grande Place, but find it we did, and I assure you that it was quite a sight for sore eyes. But as seems to be the case for me, there was a large stage obstructing most of the southern part of the Grande Place, but it was nonetheless gorgeous.

bruxelles Grande Place

I then steered us in the direction of Manneken Pis. The adorable fountain of a boy ‘doing his business’. We took photos with said boy and then proceeded to try to find the Comic Strip Museum. This was where we had loads of problems, because the streets of Bruxelles are quite confusing and often change names in the most arbitrary locations. After about fifteen minutes of sear vain, we decided that all we needed was a little sustenance to give us the fuel to find this elusive museum.

We had a delicious lunch at a sidewalk cafe which was coincidentally magician themed. So, after having our fill, we tracked down this museum. There is not enough space to adequately convey the awesomeness of this museum.

[Oooh, TINTIN!!! Tintin was a world traveler too. Young Son is a huge fan, owns and loves and rereads endlessly all but the first two (Russia and the Congo) of 20-some TinTin comic strip books, oh, and the last unfinished posthumous one. It’s a sore spot with him to this day, that we never found those. I wish I’d thought of this sooner! Our power of story travelers could’ve sleuthed these up for his birthday, maybe . . .]

When we were thoroughly tired out, we hopped the train back to Mons and Read the rest of this entry »