This could be a tale of how one of our credit cards expired and a bunch of our conveniently set-up-to-pay-automatically shit is now going into a tailspin…
which caused my XM stereo to go off the air at the EXACT moment that Mitch Fatel was talking about how one must never talk when a woman is about to orgasm because that is “her quiet time” where she must “concentrate very, VERY hard“… truer words, Mitch… truer words…
which caused me to go all 91.1 on my ass and flip to NPR or MPR or whatfuckingever…
and instead of a funny discussion about neighborhood communal bread stoves made out of clay and sticks (which I love because, people, Deeples plans to be PREPARED for apocalypse.. scoff if you must, but don’t be comin’ to me for bread when nuclear winter comes! Scoffers!)
…. no…. instead, it was some Vietnam war reporter talking about war… and Vietnam… and reporting…
and it was ever so boring to me, a person who admittedly could NOT sit through all 46 discs of Band of Brothers even though my husband loves it so much he tried to write me watching it without complaint into our wedding vows…
But then, out of nowhere the guy… the old, retired, Vietnam war reporter says one of the most significant things I’ve heard all year:
War is a confession of failure.
It is a failure of diplomacy.
It is a failure of leadership.
It is a failure of humanity.
I’d like to buy that guy a drink.