*facepalms* I swear… the following exchange takes place at least weekly:
Me: “45 can’t get more offensive than he did with [insert event].
45: “Hold my beer.”
Monday’s embarrassment to the country: calling Elizabeth Warren “Pocahontas”… while meeting with Navajo code-talkers from WWII… while standing under a portrait of Andrew Jackson.
The Navajo Nation was not amused by this. Even better, Peter McDonald, the president of the Navajo Code Talkers, gave a beautiful speech talking about diversity making us stronger.
Holy moly. First Matt Lauer, then Garrison Keillor. Part of me wants to deny this and think this must be a witch hunt, but when you hear the details of what allegedly happened, it does appear that both of them (and everyone else) behaved improperly in some way/shape/form. Denying it, however, doesn’t fix the fact that something big had to have happened and it also invalidates the experience of anyone who has a “why me” story, myself included. I almost want to agree with Mike Pence in not being alone with a member of the opposite sex ever, but that’s also not the answer. (Not to mention, there’s nothing wrong with a meeting in a public place like Panera for something like strategic planning.)
Pope Francis’s words on healing. I don’t think a devotion to Christ’s wounds will fix every wound life throws at me, but it’s an interesting thought.
Some lovely Advent music. For those looking for excellent Advent music, I offer my Advent playlist.
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