Sorry I Missed It

The Progressive Democrats of America (is there any other kind?) threw a shindig the other night. When discussing politics and religion, I always pay attention to what the actors think. I don't make any major life decisions without running it by at least one thespian.

Actor Sean Penn added to the enthusiasm of the day by stressing that all of the nation's anti-war activism was taking hold and was starting to work—while admitting that the stress of living under the current administration was making it tough for him to quit smoking. Stating that he "was not a pacifist on the inside", he was moved to be one on the outside for the sake of his children and grandchildren's future. He said we have to fight for everything we have.

Yeah, that's the strength of the Left, Bush has them so stressed, dried leaves wrapped in paper are stronger than their will to quit. Why don't you fight for your lungs?

Perhaps the most unforgettable moment occurred when Jesse Dyen, Camp Casey's beloved sound guy and songwriter, played his guitar and sang "Sons and Daughters", the beautiful and plaintive anthem that was born in Crawford during those hot August nights. Before he sang, Jesse asked the audience which direction southeast was. He explained that when the song was sung every night at Camp Casey, they always faced Bush's ranch. The emotion in his song was reflected and magnified by the packed hall. It was aching and palpable.

Ah,the beloved singer/songwriter/sound guy...I'm sure it was brilliant, inspiring even more empty gestures at each rendering. Buy a compass, swampy.