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May. 10th, 2005 11:51 amGeorgia is "building a democratic society where the rights of minorities are respected; where a free press flourishes; where a vigorous opposition is welcomed and where unity is achieved through peace," he [Bush] said.
So he says in the former Soviet republic. But back home, let's deny 10% of the population basic rights like the ability to make the person you love your legal next of kin; magically keep details about dirty dealings out of the press; call the opposition unpatriotic; and start a war nearly as divisive for the country as Vietnam. USA! USA! USA!
*fumes*
Reading that did wonders for my mood on the heels of trying to get a vegan cutlet, which is like pulling teeth every time. No, the thing I want is in that freezer. Seriously, I know you have it; the head chef told me so. Please, don't put it on the grill with the meat. I can only imagine the torment it would be trying to find something kosher. Though I imagine if you cared that much, you'd bring your own food. And I don't actually care, though it would be nice if I were sure my food hadn't grilled in meat juices or fried in oil that had just cooked chicken strips. It's just that I don't have to jump through the hoops myself in order to get the food on a plate in my hands; I have to help the grill guy jump through them, which is much more frustrating since our vocabularies are mutually incomprehensible except for "fries" and "gracias."
ETA: In happier news, a quick surf thru the friends list has convinced me that EFFING EVERYONE got married last weekend. Including my little sister. YAY.
So he says in the former Soviet republic. But back home, let's deny 10% of the population basic rights like the ability to make the person you love your legal next of kin; magically keep details about dirty dealings out of the press; call the opposition unpatriotic; and start a war nearly as divisive for the country as Vietnam. USA! USA! USA!
*fumes*
Reading that did wonders for my mood on the heels of trying to get a vegan cutlet, which is like pulling teeth every time. No, the thing I want is in that freezer. Seriously, I know you have it; the head chef told me so. Please, don't put it on the grill with the meat. I can only imagine the torment it would be trying to find something kosher. Though I imagine if you cared that much, you'd bring your own food. And I don't actually care, though it would be nice if I were sure my food hadn't grilled in meat juices or fried in oil that had just cooked chicken strips. It's just that I don't have to jump through the hoops myself in order to get the food on a plate in my hands; I have to help the grill guy jump through them, which is much more frustrating since our vocabularies are mutually incomprehensible except for "fries" and "gracias."
ETA: In happier news, a quick surf thru the friends list has convinced me that EFFING EVERYONE got married last weekend. Including my little sister. YAY.
