Obama Caves! GOP Caves! Bachmann Says Something Stupid! The Media Gets Something Wrong! FOX isn't NEWS! Pooties are Cuties!
And other things.
The only thing more astounding than what gets on the Recommended List here is what doesn't.
Yesterday, boatsie wrote a diary detailing what has rightly been called, "the worst humanitarian crisis" of our time. The day before, GlowNZ tried to call attention to the same issue.
Both diaries had ample links, details, photographs and ways that we can help keep eleven million people from dying cruel deaths from starvation and dehydration.
I know this is a caring community. Many times, when I've called for help for my local food bank, the people here have rushed forward with thousands of dollars in donations. When one of our own swallows his or her pride and asks for a hand, we don't ask questions.
The people in these diaries can't blog here. Wi-fi in the coffee shop's a little far down their priority list right now. They don't live near us, so a hometowner's not going to call attention to their plight. Truth be told, they've never heard of us.
And, because we prefer pootie diaries and sky-is-falling pie fights and (I will shamefully admit) war-on-drugs rants, most of us haven't heard of them, either.
If you feel like I've ever said something sensible here, ever merited a "Hell, yeah!" then do me a favor--read boatsie's diary. Read Glow's. And cut a little dough. I just got a desperately-needed and long-overdue check yesterday and I'm going to have to cut a chunk off that I really, really can't afford. Because it's what you do.
I know I can't stop a train. But I can pull a kid off the track. And so can you.
Because it's what we do.