Friday Top Ten Lists
(Every Friday, give or take a day ending in y, I’ll do a top 10 list.)
Top 10 Reasons to pay for a pedicure:
10. Where else would you spend that hour on Saturday?
9. You’d never buy a whole bottle of “Arterial Red”, but you love that color
8. Those fun little toe separators and just-add-water flip flops
7. You don’t have to clean toenail clippings off your furniture
6. The massagey chair, oh baby!
5. The nap you get while in the massagey chair
4. The foot rub
3. Nail polish won’t migrate to your hips the way chocolate does
2. Someone has to support all those illegal-alien nail techs
1. Do you want to be that close to your feet?
Friday, February 18, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Abdul Amir, Iraqi Hero
In case you don't know him, you should get acquainted with Abdul Amir. Or, to be more precise, get acquainted with his story.
Abdul Amir was a 30 year old Iraqi policeman, which means that he is a relatively new officer who doesn't have the background of free elections, free government, liberty, value for life and a strict sense of equality that we Americans take so much for granted. Mr. Amir could only have remembered the tyranny of the Hussein regime where it was the rule of the strongest and most violent, not the rule of law. Sunday, January 30, 2005, Abdul Amir offered his life to ensure that his fellow countrymen and women had the opportunity to vote. He noticed a man carrying something heavy under his arm walking towards a polling station, Mr. Amir grabbed him and dragged him away from the group preparing to vote. The detonation of the homicide belt killed both men, one a thug, the other, a hero. Living in Baghdad, Abdul Amir could have had no doubt that his very heroic action would cost him his life, and perhaps only a razor thin hope he could disarm the thug. Who knows, Abdul is dead. I hope he is never forgotten, that his name is remembered in Iraq the way we remember our founding heroes. So far there are hopes to rename the school where he died after him, maybe even erect a statue.
May we all remember the many, many lives lost in pursuit of liberty, ours and theirs. May we never ever forget that peace is purchased by blood, that continuing freedom is bought by never relaxing vigilance, that liberty can only rise from the ashes of absolutism and tyranny, never from the smoldering remains, that the sword is not sharp for no reason and must be bloodied to be useful for those it protects. Lastly, may we never forget that self-sacrifice is the standard our Creator meant for us to follow.
Abdul Amir was a 30 year old Iraqi policeman, which means that he is a relatively new officer who doesn't have the background of free elections, free government, liberty, value for life and a strict sense of equality that we Americans take so much for granted. Mr. Amir could only have remembered the tyranny of the Hussein regime where it was the rule of the strongest and most violent, not the rule of law. Sunday, January 30, 2005, Abdul Amir offered his life to ensure that his fellow countrymen and women had the opportunity to vote. He noticed a man carrying something heavy under his arm walking towards a polling station, Mr. Amir grabbed him and dragged him away from the group preparing to vote. The detonation of the homicide belt killed both men, one a thug, the other, a hero. Living in Baghdad, Abdul Amir could have had no doubt that his very heroic action would cost him his life, and perhaps only a razor thin hope he could disarm the thug. Who knows, Abdul is dead. I hope he is never forgotten, that his name is remembered in Iraq the way we remember our founding heroes. So far there are hopes to rename the school where he died after him, maybe even erect a statue.
May we all remember the many, many lives lost in pursuit of liberty, ours and theirs. May we never ever forget that peace is purchased by blood, that continuing freedom is bought by never relaxing vigilance, that liberty can only rise from the ashes of absolutism and tyranny, never from the smoldering remains, that the sword is not sharp for no reason and must be bloodied to be useful for those it protects. Lastly, may we never forget that self-sacrifice is the standard our Creator meant for us to follow.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Movie Review - Super Size Me
This was a funny movie. Aside from a graphic rectal exam scene I could've lived my entire life without seeing, I can't complain about anything I saw. It was also very informative. The doctor's visits alone should be transcribed and become required reading for parents taking their children to any fast food joint.
See this movie. Much better than the other famous "documentary" film from 2004. Cool extras too, for sure see the fry thing. Wow.
(For the ladies, look away when he is in the doctors office in the beginning of the movie.)
Grade - B
Language, some everyday sort of cussing.
The results of his blood tests alone are very revealing. Prepare to gag. You will never eat another McFry.
See this movie. Much better than the other famous "documentary" film from 2004. Cool extras too, for sure see the fry thing. Wow.
(For the ladies, look away when he is in the doctors office in the beginning of the movie.)
Grade - B
Language, some everyday sort of cussing.
The results of his blood tests alone are very revealing. Prepare to gag. You will never eat another McFry.
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