I sometimes wonder if God is testing me. After all, I had to come all the way back to
Now, there are going to be some anti-protester protesters, most notably from ProtestWarrior. They will be meeting up the Navy building, and marching to meet up with the protesters. I think at the Washington Monument. If I've gotten the details of this wrong, please, someone send me an e-mail and let me know and I'll fix it in the post.
Here is, coat-making day, baby seals everywhere, and I don't have my bat. I thought God was testing me with the whole getting blown up and spending three months in the hospital, with more tubes coming in and going out my body and I have fingers. I thought maybe he was testing me by taking away various parts of my anatomy, and leaving others crippled with only a distant hope of regaining strength and feeling. Or maybe he was testing me with 13 surgeries (and at least two more ago), skin grafts, and constant pain. But no, apparently he is testing me, by putting me in such a target rich environment without any means to bat them with my clue bat. Super. Getting blown up apparently was just a means to an end, and here I stand unprepared.
Thankfully, the news (at least to the local news) is doing a really good job of putting people on the TV to "speak for" the protesters. Most of them look like they just walked out of an AA meeting after falling off the wagon and going on a three-day bender on skid Row. I think that the local media here is either intentionally, or unintentionally (perhaps subconsciously) already trying to discredit the protesters. That made me happy. I wonder if Hertz will rent me a Hummer with a extra-large hippie-squishing bumper on it.
Hopefully, I'll at leastget to go shake hands with some of the folks who have been anti-protesting the asshats who stand outside Walter Reed in protest against the war.