Anybody else have a Logitech Wireless Optical Mouse?

Mine isn’t black, it’s silver and black with blue around the wheel, but I couldn’t find a photo. Guess I could take a photo, but … no. Anyway, it eats batteries like no mouse I’ve had before. I do a lot of mousing around, but wow.

I Googled Burger King, because I was going to blog about that character they’ve been showing on the TV lately. He sneaks up on people, appearing at their windows and behind trees, presenting them with sandwiches. To me, that guy is positively frightening. If he appeared in front of me with that insipid grin, I’d look for something to beat him to death.

Of course, I’m kidding about that. There are times when one has to rise to the defense of good and that’s not one of them. And I couldn’t find a photo of the King, which made posting on it pretty weak. But what I found instead is nothing short of the most compelling news to reach my computer in a lustrum.

Behold this story from Scotland . Apparently, this pious man has discerned that if you look at the lid of a BK in the UK ice cream dessert and turn it a certain way, it looks like the name of God. So, seeing the offense to people of his faith, he has declared a jihad. Amazing. Not just the insensate evil that lurks in thousands of little disks of molded plastic, but the clarity of this man’s vision – it’s just … well, something.

Don’t you see, people? This man must be so perfect, so pure, so righteous, that the Almighty has chosen him to be the protector of God’s good name and reputation on earth. How close he must be to paradise! And how mighty he must be, as we all know that God needs men of strength to fight His battles.

How proud his family must be, that this mere mortal, 27-year-old paper pusher from a small, haggis-loving Scot town has clenched his indignant fist and smote – I say SMOTE – the scuttling demons of heretical ice cream packaging. I know that I’m always proud when my fellow Christians have the crystal vision to spot the icons of Heaven in water stains on concrete, in pancakes and cheese sandwiches, etc.

I was driving past a house across town today, and I noticed it has a door like this:

See the cross in the middle? It’s upside down! That’s satanic, maybe, I think. Oh sacrilege! Oh great jumping and heaving evil! Inspired by this holy hero in Scotland, I’m going over there and pitch some lamb’s blood on it. That’ll teach those heretics to hang a door properly or else. Actually, I think I’m right out of blood. But I’ll stop at the store and pick up a quart of Ragu pasta sauce. That’s got holiness, right? Yeah, it’s in there.

I just think it’s great this guy is doing this for God. Because with thousands of people of his faith dying for nothing but lies, with God knows (literally) how many of this man’s spiritual breathren in illegal and immoral Occupation prisions like Guantanamo, God’s got a lot on his plate besides greasy burgers and freedom fries. Somebody’s got to pick up the slack.

So yeah, it’s good that this jihad may put a dent in the profits of Burger King. I’m sure that the people flipping the burgers and working the drive-through windows will understand if they get laid off. Their children will understand if there’s no steaming bowl of haggis on the table next month. It’s really important that somebody stand up for God when God can’t stand up for Himself.

And here in America, we can support the cause not only by boycotting BK, but by continuing to elect moralistic, self-righteous, neo-con extremists. They will carry the message just like this man in Scotland, that those whom God has chosen must have their day, and the rest of us just have to tow the line. Forget learning to live together in peace and dignity. Forget having a world where every person has the right to go about his/her life and work and play, and pray, with any semblance of serenity. Because a world in which each person is free to worship is a world in which no one has the right not to be offended. And the right to be free from trivial offense is paramount, or the planet will never be safe from ice cream blasphemy.

Baghdad Burning:

“Rights and freedoms have become minor concerns compared to the possibility of civil war, the reality of ethnic displacement and cleansing, and the daily certainty of bloodshed and death. “

God help us, what have we done?

At last report, I’d lost 15 pounds since changing my lifestyle, the middle of August. I’ve lost 35 now. By this time next year, I will be gone completely, ceasing to have a corporeal existence at all. I will exist only as pure blog, subsumed into the network like Max Headroom. I’ll have a Cisco router fitted out with leather seating and an attractive heat sink with antique porcelain fittings. Come visit.

downtown

Tasha loved to go to town with me and my Dad when we’d get coffee. She’d sit and watch the people, and bark at other dogs. One of our favorite places was a bench in front of my bank and insurance agent’s office. This was taken there on 8.14.03.

Only two days left to celebrate Banned Books Week with the American Library Association.

In the tentacled shadow of the Patriot Act, color-coded DefCons and perpetual war, let us stand –shoulder to shoulder or with just a tacit nod to personal space — in unrelenting defense of intellectual freedom.

Oh it was a fine day in so many ways. So if you want to put a cherry on top and go to sleep with a smile, read this column by Eugene Robinson in the Washington Post.

DeLay, because he’s such a ruthlessly effective bully, has been as responsible as anyone for pushing his party to the end of the political spectrum previously reserved for the anti-everything, loony-bin far right. His comeuppance is an occasion to remind ourselves just what a long, strange trip it’s been.

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures
–Alanis Morissette

Nah, that’s not irony. I always thought that song was pretty dumb. This is ironic:

A man standing knee deep in muddy water, in his yard, trying to save his lawnmower, is ironic. And sad. Does anybody think we can even imagine how much help is needed, let alone deliver it? God help them.

And to my friends volunteering with the Red Cross, thank you. Again and again, thank you.