Meanwhile, back at the Ranch (literally), the Boy King is entertaining emissaries from Canada and Mexico. He has a golden opportunity to break the ice he's caused in the past, by serving Canadian beef at a dinner catered by illegal immigrants from the south (based on what I gleaned from the NPR story this morning, at least). What are the odds, eh?
And being wrapped up in playing the gracious host, how willing will he be to rush back to DC for another post-midnight signing of some more hugely-invasive-of-personal-privacy legislature and a little pious campaigning? What a gold mine this has been - a chance to show that Congress and the President are willing to refine the concept of "special interest bloc" down to two people, to enact federal legislation affecting the members of one family. (I thought there was a bit in the Constitution/Bill of Rights that prohibited that, but I'm not here to talk about the past.) And again to fight for "life" above all concern for its quality, or the repercussions of their actions. Was it George Carlin who said the Right to Life movement was about their right to meddle in your life? How unfortunately prophetic.
Thank the stars and all that is holy that when my family had to make the same decision about my father, we were spared nation-wide prayer vigils, castigation in the national press, and special executive/legislative intervention. It was difficult enough as it was.