Ya know, I got a little depressed earlier this year.  Inevitable divorce, family issues, the realization that I’ve done every damn thing that I’ve ever wanted to do EXCEPT be an Astronaut and hike to Macchu Picchu…

     Then I got over that.

     Still plenty of time. 

     Then I read EM’s blog… Whatta buncha bastards.

     I mean, damn!  I could get my tickets for $498 through BWIA.  Surely that’s not a costly sum when there’s a death in the “family.”

     Kinda reminds me of when Carter got up to bash Bush at Coretta King’s funeral (thanks, Sam!).

I can remember a time when Funerals were occasions where people revered the deceased, and stood together, if only for a moment, remembering their life. They were humbling, often somber, reminding us of our own mortality, and bringing the promise that we would live on in the memories of those around us.

It’s a damn shame when some people want to use them as political platforms, reverting to the simians from whence they evolved, flinging their proverbial poo towards those at the precipice of the heirarchy.

During the memorial service of Coretta Scott King — wife of the former Dr. Martin Luther King — former President Jimmy Carter had plenty of flinging to do. In regards to current President Bush’s handling of one of our nation’s most horrible natural disasters, he stood and uttered these words:

We only have to recall the color of the faces of those in Louisiana, Alabama and Mississippi who are most devastated by Katrina to know that there are not yet equal opportunities for all Americans…

Shame on you, Mr. Carter, for cheapening the memory of a beloved Civil Rights activist.

I’m certain that many of us still remember your campaign. We only have to recall the color of the faces of those working your Georgia peanut farm.