9:16 a.m.,
Jan. 29, 2003
Last night, I let Keith talk me into watching the State of the Union speech, even though I swore I wouldn't watch it.
I've watched it every year since I was, like, 15 or something. And I know I get pissy when people ignore current events because, hey, this is America and we've got rights that other people don't, and what good are they if we just ignore what's around us and don't use these inalienable rights to make our country work?
But I also knew that I would just get upset and annoyed, and dismayed because he's still got two more years and a bunch of yes-men in Congress to do exactly what he wants. So just as I don't listen to gangsta rap or read stories about kittens in danger, I decided I wasn't going to watch the speech because it would just offend and upset me.
But I digress. I got through the first half (in which we called for tax cuts for the rich, to ban partial-birth abortion and to give drugs to fight HIV in Africa - but not, you know, family planning services) and then I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I had this conversation with Mr. We Must Be Informed.
Me: So, what did he say in the second half?
Keith: Uh, I dunno, some shit about Iraq.
Good thing I usually listen to "Morning Edition" on my way to work. Bob Edwards totally filled me in.