Saturday, October 10, 2009
According to Nobel's will, the Peace Prize should be awarded "to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses."
It would be laughable if it weren't so tragic. Of course the rest of the world wants a weak America; they would love to dictate the actions of our leaders. Our current president is suggestible, a pawn for those who insult us openly while they fawn over him as a great peacemaker. As long as he persists in his delusions: that bread and circuses will satisfy, that our foreign policy is best expressed with smiles, surrenders, and simperings; that the great nation he leads is an evil nation and deserves every attack terrorists can send us, he will continue to gain trophies from those who hate us. Why are we surprised?
Obama had only been in office for eleven days when nominations for the Peace Prize closed. During those eleven days, and for months before, he was busy campaigning and charming and criticizing the country he aspired to lead. So what great deed precipitated this award? And why so soon? Why couldn't they wait until he finished a term in office at least?
They couldn't have.
Because their purpose was not a noble one.
They were not honoring a great man; they were simply affirming his political alignments, seeking to further manipulate the thinking of the nation he represents.
Who knows? In three years their award might seem even more ludicrous, their real agenda even more obvious. They could not take that chance.
Sorry, Mr. Noble.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Someone is finally going to have to take this camera away from me...or else my morning ride to work needs to be much duller with no orange sunrises and junior high girls singing Gloria Domine en Excelsius (or something like that). If you look closely at the first picture, you can see seven little birds perched on a line and coddled by the clouds? That's what I feel like sometimes on mornings like this--I have six carpool riders so we are seven, traveling along. It seems like I'm a very insignificant, very ordinary little gray bird--surrounded by extraordinary cloud beauty and song beauty and just reveling in it all.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Claye and I went for a drive this afternoon.
She drove and I took pictures.
It wasn't hot...or cold...just misty and muted.
Tiny droplets of rain hung in the air and there was hardly any wind.
It was perfect weather for the freshly plowed fields, and even the cows out in the pasture seemed to enjoy the feel of it on their backs as they munched peacefully beside the little farm roads.
Anyway. Here are some of the best pictures.