In not entirely unrelated news, I just got back from my "it's-warmer-than-35-degrees-so-I-have-n
Coming around the front of the truck, what did I see under the windshield wiper? A big old D.C. parking ticket! Oh, it was all I could do not to leave a little note beside it saying "Welcome to Bluesville, sucka! But, d. being the better part of v., I left well enough alone.
You know, googling an old high school friend today, I found that he'd recently had a lot of wise things to say about treating bigots with the humanity with which they should treat us. That's like him, if I recall correctly. For example, he's strongly in favor of legalizing gay marriage, and can articulate the reasons for it beautifully. But he also makes a (damned if I'm lyin') pretty good case for why we should be patient with people who don't get it.
Gods, it's so hard to be level-headed and compassionate. It's so much easier just to get angry. It's so satisfying. And so ultimately useless.