speaking of taking flight, i'm heading out this weekend for our nation's capital. on a political level i think this will be a very difficult trip for me. i'll be standing there, trying to absorb the awesome structures of memorials and monuments, contemplating the lives dedicated to lofty ideals ... and instead i will be thinking about american soldiers ravaging captives in a foreign country. beating them. humiliating them. burning their skin with chemicals. raping them with broom handles. i can't even listen to the radio at work anymore. crying sort of keeps you from getting your job done, you know. i honestly and sincerely cannot fathom how one human being could do this to another human being. how do you take the awesome responsibility placed upon your shoulders and twist and distort and betray it in such a way? you are no better than a parent who beats a helpless child. i am so diappointed and so sad.

and it is with these thoughts in mind that i'll be staring at the capitol building next week. not at all what i expected.

what i expected was to stand there like an idiot, shouting the words to "I'm just a BILL!" maybe i'll give it a try. maybe it'll cheer me up.

(oh also, did i get the capital/capitol right? i practiced.)