On Laughing...and Hot Dogs...and Life....

Sometimes it is good just to laugh....Well, actually, I think it is often good to give it up, stop all attempts at being serious, and just laugh....(Even though this can bring trouble as I do tend to laugh at things no one else finds funny and I'm sure there have been times that people have looked and wondered what in the heck is wrong with me...but those are stories for another day.)

This morning I am thinking about my aging, VERY aging, (if chronological measures are not used), parents and though I've been consciously awake for hours, I have not yet laughed. (Instead I have thought about imminent death and woke with the headache that I've had all night...but that too is a story for another time....) I open the Times online and seeing a startling photo of the tail piece from the downed French plane, all red, white, and blue on the open ocean, I do not feel like laughing.

A few articles in, I unexpectedly choose one from yesterday title "This Land -- Ambassador Hot Dog." This might seem a strange choice as I have disliked hot dogs my entire life. (When I was a teen and my parents left my also teenage sister in charge while they took a "tour of Europe," I was given the choice of eating a half a hot dog in exchange for a certain brownie...but that also is a story for another day....)

This morning I read the following and can't help but laugh out loud:

"Twenty years later, in 1959, a hot dog again figured in American foreign relations when Nikita Khrushchev, the unpredictable leader of the Soviet Union, toured the United States. At one point he stopped at a packing plant in Des Moines, where he ate his first hot dog — although at least one account says his first bite had to wait until security agents waved a Geiger counter over the dog. A mere cold war formality.

The hot dog, it seems, figures in American diplomacy only when absolutely needed. In 1999, for example, President Bill Clinton gathered at a table with Prime Minister Ehud Barak of Israel and the Palestinian leader Yasir Arafat to eat hot dogs. Kosher, of course."

Yes, it is so nice to enjoy an unexpected laugh while reading the morning paper....

Of Power and Abuses....

After dropping my son at his carpool this morning, I heard on NPR about Jacqui Smith, British Home Secretary, who had previously stated she would not quit over reports that she had purchased porn for her husband with public funds. I'm not an Anglophile and I think that one's taste in porn -- including, whether, what, and with whom -- is a private matter. However, hearing this brief news piece got my attention. It is not just the porn purchase...in fact, I find other expenditures of public money on private matters equally as shocking....Dog food and toothbrushes? Moat cleaning?

Jacqui Smith, like (perhaps) John Edwards, Eliot Spitzer, and so many others suffer from some kind of affliction that shocks me. Whatever they do in their private lives is not my business. What I do find shocking is the use of public money for such follies. Have all these people lost their minds? Where is their sense of good judgment? Do "these people" (and by that I suppose I mean people in the public eye) come to believe that they are above the usual rules and mores which apply to the rest of us? That good sense and decent decisions do not have to be a part of their lives?

It would be easy to say that I'm just naive, that throughout the ages, across the political spectrum, there are examples of people who "do this." Newspapers and history books are replete with references to flagrant use of public money on private desires. That fact does not dim my ire. Hmm, what comes to mind is the aphorism I heard growing up: If so-and-so played on the freeway, would that make it right? The answer, of course, is that acceptance of stupid behavior doesn't make it the right course to follow.

And that, I suppose, is what bothers me about these stories: these people are stupid and arrogant...and they are the ones we choose to put in positions of power....