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Hillary in Orange
Wow — great speech there by Hillary Clinton at the Democratic National Convention. But let’s talk about what was really important: her orange suit.
What do ya’ll think? All orange. Orange suit, orange blouse, even amber jewelry. Somehow it looked good. Somehow she pulled it off. Maybe it was the blue backdrop.
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I drink Pepto Bismol for fun. It’s a Peptini!
QUESTION #3:
Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitler’s skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you can’t give it away and you have to keep it alive for two years; if either of these parameters are not met, you will be fined $999 by the state. If you select Hitler’s skull, you are required to display it in a semi-prominent location in your living room for the same amount of time, although you will be paid a stipend of $120 per month for doing so. Display of the skull must be apolitical.
Which option do you select?
For me, this is one of the easiest questions. And you may be appalled at my answer to this one, but hear me out. I’d select Hitler’s skull. Blasphemy! You say. Anti-Semite! you charge. No, I reply.
1) Hitler’s atrocities are atrocious, possibly unforgivable. And there would have been a time I would have said they are unforgettable. But it is impossible to stop the unrelenting march of time. And if time doesn’t heal all wounds, it certainly allows us the opportunity to forget them. Today, as another generation grows further away from the immediacy of the Holocaust, an older generation struggles to keep their experience tangible. The Holocaust is becoming a history. It’s remnants are fading from first hand memory and are finding home in museums, decaying memorials, and dusty bookshelves. Though we teach children of the Holocaust and its horrors, we can never expect them to really understand its stakes. What it really was. I, myself, am taking liberties. What I know of it, from extensive readings and scholarship is still muted by the distance of words and images. Its weight will never be known to me. But perhaps the proximity of the skull of one who coldly forged one of the most evil doctrines and plans of all time will serve as a reminder of what we always need to be working to avoid. It is far too easy cross that line from security measure to oppression. Just ask those German families who lived mere miles away from the camps, just ask those one time Hitler Youths who joined because everyone else was. Just ask those who wrote the Japanese internment camps into existence. And as far as the money given to me for displaying the skull, I probably wouldn’t keep it. I would donate it, to a very deserving charity: JMIT Youth League.
2) There’s no chance that I would be able to keep that turtle alive. I forget to feed myself. Plus turtle soup sounds delicious.
no creative juice.
you haven’t received enough tough love in a couple of days so I decided that I would post.
Unfortunately, the creative juices aren’t flowing so I am unable to entertain you with my inspiring words.
Instead, I was just wondering …if you were stranded on a desert island and could only bring one type of dorritos, which would it be? The red kind or the blue kind.
Think about your answer carefully because I will judge you.
tips from a jmit: #3 – HAND SANITIZER
one of my personal favorite JMIT tips is probably the most obvious.
Tip # 3: Always carry hand sanitizer with you.
I mean, duh? Public rest rooms and door knobs pose serious threats to a JM’s (no longer IT) precious child.
On the other hand, hand sanitizer just makes hygiene that much easier.
Picture this: You walk into a public restroom in a train station. You could either try to perfect the wash-hands-grab-paper towel-turn off faucet-open door with paper towel still in hand-move OR you could just use some handy-dandy hand sanitizer. Take your pick. I would go with the latter – convenience is key when you’re a JMIT.
