In his usual way, Sam uses clear, precise language. Will it get through thick heads? No. He'll still catch hell from lunatics on the right and mealy mouthed apologists on the left.
Humanity conquers the solar system. Paraphrasing Hitchens, the downer is that the party goes on without you.
Love her! She is hanging on for Hillary.
No, Michelle, you have it wrong. We need more like Officer Wilson. He defended himself and protected the community. Here's how you should have told your son about Ferguson:
Be careful around police because they have daily run-ins with young men who are up to no good, and a disproportionate share of them are young black men. That is not you, I realize, because I'm raising you right, but I want you to be careful. Do not rob convenience stores. When you encounter an officer, be polite and do what he asks you to do. If you think you have been wronged, tell me, and we'll sort it out later. Stop when an officer tells you to stop. Put your hands where the officer can see them. Never charge an officer, and never, ever slug an officer or try to take his gun. That will get you shot dead like Michael Brown.
I sometimes agree with conservatives. On this Ferguson issue, I have been embarrassed by my fellow liberals. A fair reading of the grand jury transcripts, all of which are available online, will tell you that Officer Wilson acted appropriately to defend himself and protect bystanders. He deserves a medal.
Now did police act foolishly in how they tried to manage the protests in the days after? Yes. And that should be on them, not Officer Wilson.
Some things never change. Europeans laugh at us.
My dad died September 16, 1986. Today would be his 70th birthday. He was a sweet man and interested in many things. I often fantasize about being his tour guide if he were to pop back, to tell him about GPS, computers, that the governor of Arkansas became President, Germany is one country, a mapped human genome.
I’m making Mark Bittman’s Thai oxtail soup for a cold Atlanta night tonight. Cold Sapporo beer and the smell of toasted exotic spices in my kitchen.