The Caribbean is our Gulag Archipelago (9+ / 0-)
I don't think I've ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn't understand why the President would condone torturing so many innocents to the point that they would want to kill themselves.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President would put a general in charge of a civilian agency. "Some people are bullies and can only feel important when they make others feel miserable", I was forced to say.
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult - the rage and feelings of helplessnes were just too much. I think my daughter could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words - nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, "Honey, I just don't know - I don't know what's going on in this country anymore..."
When I finished her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, "Daddy" she said, "why are the Republicans doing this to the country?" Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. She just fell into my arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
For once she had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it's too much, but seeing the strength in my young daughter's voice helped me to get through.
Bottle-feeding newborns is like forcing them to smoke cigarettes.
by CheChe on Fri May 19, 2006 at 11:58:44 AM PDT
Trying to Hang On (6+ / 0-)
I don't think I've ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn't understand why the President would nominate a military man to run the CIA. "Don't soldiers kill people?" she asked pitifully.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President would put a general in charge of a civilian agency. "They do kill people honey, but only sometimes", I was forced to say.
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult - the rage and feelings of helplessnes were just too much. I think my daughter could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words - nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, "Honey, I just don't know - I don't know what's going on in this country anymore..."
When I finished her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, "Daddy" she said, "why are the Republicans doing this to the country?" Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. She just fell into my arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
For once she had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it's too much, but seeing the strength in my young daughter's voice helped me to get through.
Bottle-feeding newborns is like forcing them to smoke cigarettes.
by CheChe on Thu May 18, 2006 at 01:23:47 PM PDT
Tears of Shame (26+ / 2-)
I don't think I've ever seen such a look of misery and dejection on the face of my daughter as I just did a moment ago. She just couldn't understand why the President would be spying on everyone. "Even my Grandma?" she asked pitifully.
I sat down with her on the sofa and (as calmly as I could) tried to explain to her why the President has ordered a group of spies to collect information on every American. "And yes honey, even Grandma", I was forced to say.
I tried to keep my voice steady, but it became increasingly difficult - the rage and feelings of helplessnes were just too much. I think my daughter could tell something was wrong. I found myself at such a loss for words - nothing made any sense; nothing makes sense anymore. I finally had to admit, "Honey, I just don't know - I don't know what's going on in this country anymore..."
When I finished her lower lip started to tremble and her eyes began to fill with tears, "Daddy" she said, "why are the Republicans doing this to the country?" Well, that was it for me: I finally fell apart. She just fell into my arms and we both began sobbing for several minutes.
For once she had to comfort me and get me back on my feet. Sometimes I just think it's too much, but seeing the strength in my young daughter's voice helped me to get through.
Bottle-feeding newborns is like forcing them to smoke cigarettes.
by CheChe on Thu May 11, 2006 at 09:55:08 AM PDT
His poor miserable, dejected, perpetually dehydrated, overwrought daughter! Aieeeee!
Ok, who get's to figure out who Che-Che is? I think he deserves a medal.