A lot of men who tell her how great she is for attacking women. A pig who posts -- and she allows to stand -- a little ditty called "Grandma Got Molested At The Airport" -- see, it's
'funny' because it happened to a woman and it's even 'funnier' because it's an old woman.
That Naomi and her 'feminist' friends.
On the home front, it's been a nice last seven days. Off the road, doing the Christmasy thing with the family and friends. Catching up with everyone. And now, in a few hours, I'll head to Midnight Mass. Nothing says "It's Christmas" for me like Midnight Mass.
There's the whole smoke and incense and the chants and the up and down and up and down nature of the ceremony. But more than that, there are so many memories. Me, as a teenager, sneaking sips in the back of the church during Mass. Me, as a young adult, toking up before we went in to Mass. ("We" being friends, not my parents.) Now days, I pay attention to the ceremony itself. And it's like a little life cycle. I doubt my 'maturation' is much different from many other Catholics. Midnight Mass becomes a way of marking the passage of time.
Closing with C.I.'s "Iraq snapshot:"