I was talking to my sister Monday night. Her daughter had her first day of middle school last week. Middle school’s a big step up. They change classes. They get lockers. My sister tells me that the big thing for middle school kids is decorating their lockers. I’ve seen the displays in Target, all sorts of colorful locker accessories like mirrors and picture frames and mini-fridges. Well, maybe not mini-fridges. I’m listening to my sister talk about the classes my niece likes and those she’s not too sure of, and this thought flits through my mind, “The children of Beslan brought flowers for their teachers on the first day of school.” I flick the thought away and don’t say anything to my sister. Why cause her worry? Of course my sister keeps up with the news and the thought probably has gone through her head more than once these last few days.
It must be hell to be a parent. You give them flowers and locker mirrors for the first day of school and what they really need are kevlar cocoons and how were you to know?
They carried flowers and the flowers were all they had to eat for two days and they drank their own urine to stay alive and the terrorists smiled while shooting the fleeing children. One of the terrorists ran out of bullets and had to resort to stabbing an eighteen month-old child to death. He couldn’t let one toddle away alive, now could he?
I used to wonder what made people like this, but I no longer care. What I want is someone to be working day and night doing everything possible to keep these soulless vipers away from my niece’s school in Nevada and my nephews’ schools in New York.
Which leads me to ask: Is now really the best time to put Senator Prufrock in the White House?
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ``Do I dare?'' and, ``Do I dare?''
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
[They will say: ``How his hair is growing thin!'']
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
[They will say: ``But how his arms and legs are thin!'']
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. *
I just realized today that it’s been almost a year and half since the war in Iraq began and Kerry has yet to make up his mind if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. He voted for the authorization to go to war, but when Howard Dean had momentum, he decided he was against the war and voted against the funding. A couple of weeks ago, he said that he would go to war like President Bush had done, only better, of course; then he said he’d do everything differently. This week, it’s wrong war in the wrong place at the wrong time. I guess he’s waiting to see how it’ll turn out. Wouldn’t want to come to a hasty decision. But there isn’t
...time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea. *
Don't you think the vipers who provided Russia with its 9/11 will be eager to give us the American Beslan? No one can guarantee this won't happen here, but President Bush seems willing to "disturb the universe".
* The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot