Netflix movie night, this time Mel Gibson's Apocalypto. Full of blood and gore, running, chasing, sacrifice, death. Not a love story. We both enjoyed it.
And after the movie I watched way more than I really wanted to see of the General (Petraeus) and the Ambassador (Crocker) spinning tales on PBS' News Hour. What a crock. Would somebody please start the parade so that the little boy in the front can say to anyone who cares to listen that the king is wearing no clothes? I wish somebody would do a side by side of Petraeus and Westmoreland just so we could see how the times they really haven't changed that much when it comes to the stories our government tells the people.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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