The Hornswoggle, The Boondoggle, And the Fall of Constantinople

The Hornswoggle: to bamboozle; deceive; to attempt to get the better of 

someone through deception

So, John McCain took it upon himself to go to Syria. I damned near fell of the stool in the kitchen when I heard that one. He “sneaked” across the Turkish border to meet with rebel commanders? Is this some kind of joke? This is like Geraldo Rivera sneaking around Iraq. It is high on the list of seriously stupid things to do. 

McCain wants to open up another front. He's said as much. It’s not enough that we’re wasting American lives in Afghanistan. It’s not enough that a string of bombs throughout Iraq today killed at least 53 and wounded over 200 Iraqis once again demonstrating how effective our nation building strategy has been in their country. And now McCain wants to bring that same high level of success to Syria?

Note to Syrians: Run, run, run as far away as you can from this guy.

We have no business intervening in the Syrian civil war. None. Nada. Zilch. We don’t belong there. We should not be arming anyone. We should not be advising anyone. Do we really want to get in a pissing war with Hezbollah? This has disaster, death, doom, destruction, and dumb written all over it.

John McCain wants to take more American dollars and waste them in another nunfunded war when we need every damn dollar here to rebuild our own military wounded from the last two ill-fated adventures he was supporting. What? He have some sort of messiah complex that he thinks he’s the savior of the world?  Clearly the man is dealing shy of a full deck these days if he thinks embedding more American soldiers in Arab wars has some kind of return on investment. It does not. Never has, never will. 

Note to We, the People: Just say no.

The Boondoggle: a project that is considered a useless waste of both time and money, yet is often continued due to extraneous policy motivations.

Just to get my blood pressure down, I spent a fair amount of Monday reading tax codes. Yep. You read that right. I was tripping through IRS stuff in an attempt to better understand the phrase “tax exempt.” This is no easy thing to do. People go to law school and accounting school to do this. And even then,  not too many of them come away with a thorough enough understanding to actually be able to competently guide someone on the issue. But what I did come away with are some opinions that may or may not be valid…but they’re my opinions so if you know I’m wrong, write and tell me why…but be prepared to support your assertions with examples and, if necessary, case law.

The reality is there is no IRS scandal. The scandalous part is behavior of the people who are saying there is a scandal. The IRS in Cleveland was doing its job. Flooded with applications for 501(c)(4) status, the worker bees did what all worker bees worth their weight in  beeswax do….the batched like applications. Similar applications means you’re doing the research once, applying to each application as needed, and moving on to the next thematic batch. I would guess they do the same thing for community playground groups or Jewish groups or Baptist groups or Muslim groups or even the dreaded Democratic groups. It’s what you do in every single business anywhere in the world. You batch like functions together; to do otherwise is absurd and wasteful.

Just so we’re clear, here’s what 501(c)(4) means:

Title 26 USC § 501 - Exemption from tax on corporations, certain trusts, etc.

(c) List of exempt organizations:  The following organizations are referred to in subsection (a):

(4) (A) Civic leagues or organizations not organized for profit but operated exclusively for the promotion of social welfare, or local associations of employees, the membership of which is limited to the employees of a designated person or persons in a particular municipality, and the net earnings of which are devoted exclusively to charitable, educational, or recreational purposes.

       (B) Subparagraph (A) shall not apply to an entity unless no part of the net earnings of such entity inures to the benefit of any private shareholder or individual.

In a NY Times article,  Groups Targeted by I.R.S. Tested Rules on Politics, former IRS exempt division lawyer Kevin J. Shortill, said:

“My experience has been that the agents immediately start Googling to see what the organization is doing outside of the application…“And that explains why you get these requests for information like, ‘Please print out your Web site and send it in.’ ”

Official Congressional Moron

Isn’t that what anyone in 2013 would do? Come on, folks; the laws maybe on the books since before the inter-web, but it is fair game to use modern technology to research this stuff.

There is no scandal…only morons in Congress who would rather waste time and money than to govern our nation. Remember this at mid-terms Do everyone  favor and don't send them back to the House. 

And the fall of Constantinople

I'm not sure too many people will observe the 560th Anniversary of the Fall of Constantinople To The Turks on May 29th, but it always was an important holiday in this house, celebrated with steaks on the grill and chocolate frosted angel food cake. Well, there maybe steaks....we'll see...but no angel food cake. Just can't do it. 

But I will be remembering what it was like. 

Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Never offer to order things online for other people.

Just say no.

Keys

Sometime last summer, my earbuds stopped working. Or rather, one earbud stopped working. I noticed that I was only hearing GIVE 'EM THE OL' RAZZLE DAZZLE in my left ear. So after forgetting about it a lot, I finally went to Target and bought new, not even remotely expensive, earbuds and audiological parity was restored for the rest of mowing and then the start of snowblowing seasons.

iPot

So the last time I blew snow before I broke my arm, Steve's iPod...which I started using because it was slim, light, fit easily in my pocket, but mostly because it was his.... made the unhappy face. Nothing I did could make the unhappy face go away. So I stuck the new earbuds on my first generation iPod and used that one. Then I broke my arm and there went snowblowing. The iPods...his and hers...went in the "iPot" in the kitchen, complete with chargers and earbuds..old and new. 

Last week, I mentioned I got the tractor up and running and mowed with earbuds. Not exactly true. I cannot find the new earbuds. The old ones were in the iPot so after tearing the house apart, the old one-eared earbuds were pressed back into service but this time with the iPod Touch handed down from the junior son when he got a smartphone. (No, I don't want a smartphone.)

I have to take Steve's iPod over to the Apple Store at HugeDale to see if the geniuses at the Genius Bar can make the unhappy face go away. I have to go spring for another pair of earbuds....but not at the Apple Store where they will cost way too much. And why does this all bother me so much?

Probably because 4 years ago right about now, Steve gave me back the iPod I gave him for his birthday the year before. And the key to the tractor. And the key to the Rx-7. He told me not to lose any of them. And also gave me the key to the tool lockbox he built in the garage and warned me against ever letting the junior son put said key in his pocket because I'd never see it again. I live by these rules. I think I live by them because in the deepest part of me I want to believe these are the talismans which keep me connected to Steve. Not to the past. Not to wishful thinking, but to the idea that he passed these things to me for safe-keeping. 

His iPod still has the unhappy face and I don't know what to make of that. I am resisting the idea that it is an omen, a harbinger of more changes to come that I don't want to make. I want a soupçon of status quo, a  crumb of calm, or even just a strand, silken or otherwise, of serenity. Is that asking so much?

I was talking to one of the other widows in shul this week. Two years behind me in widowland, she was telling me about a current challenge, and commented that one of the hardest things was not have her husband to talk it through with her. "I'll never get used to that part," she insisted. And I agreed; I can't get used to that part either. It's the worst part.  You do something, you reach a milestone, you hear an old joke.....and the silence is deafening. 

Instead, you learn to listen in the silence. At first, you listen for the sound that will never be. Then you listen to the sounds of the house. Eventually you listen to yourself. If you're smart, you tell yourself the truth. If you're not that smart...well, things just take longer than they need to.

There's no stopping forward progress. You breathe, you keep going. 

Friday at sundown starts Steve's yahrzeit. Neither kid will be here. The senior son and his significant other have a wedding to attend in Chicago. Junior son and his spouse are taking the long weekend to go camping with their best friends to celebrate their engagement. But I'm actually okay with that. This is a year for a little bit of space. 

As this fifth year of widowness begins, I have two goals: one is to see the book in print....my publisher tells me 2014 is the year...and the second is to figure out my taste in furniture. I'm not planning on buying anything or even re-decorating. I just figure if I can decide how I want to populate my visual life, it'll mean I'm finally figuring out who I am on my own terms.

Yeah, I know. It sounds easy. It isn't. I think I might be Danish modern: teak and sleek. I'll let you know.

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

If you missed AMERICAN MASTERS: MEL BROOKS on PBS

...stream it. It's terrific. 

Spring Arrives With A Rainbow Flag

For those of you who have followed this blog for at least a few seasons, you probably know that the man in my life is John Deere. Yes, gentle readers, I have an ongoing relationship with my lawn tractor. I love the thing. And I am proud beyond belief to announce that I un-wintered my tractor all by myself on Sunday. I got the charger out and hooked up. I checked the oil and topped it off. I blew the gas line....literally....until I heard the bubbles in the gas tank. The air filters were cleaned and replaced, and after a couple of vroomm-vroommms, damn if the thing didn't start right up! I was in heaven. Earbuds, iPod, and noise cancelling headphones in place, off I went for a quick mow. 

©Handy Andler 12May2013

There is nothing on the planet as satisfying as the first mow of the season. Especially when just last week it snowing. 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Minnesota's legislature has passed the Freedom To Marry . That it passed in our screwy House was a shock; no one thought that it would after just two years ago, they got the one-man/one-woman amendment to the state constitution on the ballot. There's a news story going around that Madame Representative Bachmann says she'll leave Minnesota if it passes. Although that sounds like a great idea, I cannot find a reputable news source confirming that rumor. 

The Wabasha Street bridge on Monday morning, May 13, 2013.
(MPR Photo/Tim Nelson)

On the other hand,  on Monday St. Paul mayor Chris Coleman proclaimed the Wabasha Street Freedom Bridge be renamed The Wabasha Street Freedom to Marry Bridge and it was decorated with rainbow flags. No city money may have been spent to make the change (it was funded by private donors) the statement of support was unmistakable. This isn't about sexual orientation; this is about civil rights. And this is a good day to admit to being Minnesotan....native or transplant.

But as long as we're talking about the civil rights thing, I wanna go on record yet again as saying gay people are not just GAY. They are people. PEOPLE, people. Stop labeling. Stop fixating on other people's sex lives. It's high time we moved passed passing judgement about sexual orientation. Really, folks. Can we all get over ourselves on this? We have much more important things to think about. 

Like what?  

Oh, how about the Benghazi debacle? You know what I wanna know...how come the GOP wasn't this gnarled up over all the other embassy attacks, some of which happened under GOP presidents? And how come if the GOP is so worried about wasting money, they're protracting this whole experience? And if they want to go after something really worthwhile, why not go after the military on the sexual abuse of its women? Oh, wait, that would require them admitting rape is a crime. Forget I mentioned anything. 

These are hard times with serious questions. And instead of address the real issues, like stimulating the resurgence of manufacturing in this country, the Grand Obstructionist Party is wasting their allocation of hot air on bull-oney. Why can't they just concentrate on helping re-build America instead of rebuilding their own wallets. If the loss of a background check law hasn't curdled your guts, I suppose we are doomed to apathy and inaction.

We are our own worst enemy when we refuse to help ourselves. People who don't work don't pay taxes. Welfare roles swell. Infant mortality rises. People die. Education crumbles. And the GOP just keeps demanding slash and burn....as if it's working so well in Europe. 

Go figure.

Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Chag same'ach to those of you lucky enough to be celebrating Shavuot this week. 

If you're in the Mendota Heights area and 

want to spend seriously provocative night of study, 

join me at BJ's Tikkun Leil Shavuot...I'm teaching slot 3 at 11:45 PM on Tuesday night. There will be cheesecake. 

The Second Amendment ~ Part 4: Blown Away

Wayne LaPierre’s speech to the NRA national convention last week was quite the piece of work.  Amongst other things, he said:

Lying in wait is a terrorist, a deranged school shooter, a kidnapper, a rapist, a murderer — waiting and planning and plotting — in every community across this country. Lying in wait right now. No amount of political schemes, congressional legislation, presidential commissions, or media roundtables will ever change that inevitable reality.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: No bill in Congress, no Rose Garden speech will ever change the inescapable fact that the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.

I happen to think Mr. La Pierre is a dangerous nutcase. I believe the only thing he cares about is how much money makes it into his personal pocket from the gun manufacturers.  I believe the man is amoral. That’s worse than immoral. He has NO morals, scruples, or sense of citizenship. His only desire is to rake in the cash as he puts more Americans lives at risk by throwing monkey wrenches into the work of Congress.

And I think he just won the battle. Not sure about the war yet, but he knew something last week that he didn’t talk about because he knew it would bring his world crashing down around his ears: Cody Wilson.

Credit: Michael Thad Carter for Forbes

Cody Wilson is a law student at the University of Texas (where else?) and the founder of a non-profit company called Defense Distributed. This week, he announced he has completed, built, and tested the first working 3-D printable CAD gun called The Liberator. Wilson will be releasing the plans to the public so that anyone with access to a 3-D printer can now print his/her own gun. No background checks, no serial number, no metal except the stainless steel common nail that serves as the firing pin. Oh, there is an optional steel plate you can insert that makes it x-ray detectable, and therefore “legal.”  Cody is also handing out the plans for magazines for AR-15s and AK-47s, and an AR lower receiver. In other words, you can photocopy your very own assault weapon.

All you need is a 3-D CAD printer…which costs under $10K and you’re in business. You can make and distribute the perfect bank robbin’ gun.  There is no trail.

Starting now, gun laws are obsolete. We just lost any possible control of guns. It’s over. Gun control will no more be manageable than Xeroxing an article at the library and expecting someone to send in their $2.00 for the copyright.

Folks, this is a game changer.

Is there a solution? Probably not at the moment. But what can be done in the interim?

First, stop fighting for gun laws. They are now a moot point. Repeal them all because they are toothless, worthless, and pointless. There is an upside to doing that. If you stop the gun law fight (for now, anyway) you kill the gun lobby. There’s no reason to buy Congesspeople when there’s nothing to lobby for or against. You immediately castrate their power base.  This is  good first step. Get the gun lobby outta the pockets of your local representative. Maybe Congress will actually have to do something because they can’t hide behind the 2^nd Amendment any more.

Second, by repealing the gun laws, We the People will find out if the NRA is right or wrong. If there is no increase in murder, mass murder, mayhem, or suicide, well, we’re gonna have to do some serious thinking about what  we actually want to regulate. That’s a real question that needs a very serious answer. If, on the other hand, the entire country becomes Dodge City, that’s another matter and the NRA gets to sit down and shut up while a whole new school of arms control is developed.

The MoJo...a table top model 

Whaddaya gonna do? Register CAD printers?

Steve, the Husbandly Person, used to say, “If you really wanna end the war on drugs, legalize ‘em… then tax the hell outta them. Do that, and you shoot the pushers in the knees. The rest of it becomes a non-starter because it’s not clandestine. And the it’s a clear win for everyone.” That statement got us into a huge pickle with friends in Poughkeepsie (remember Matt and Marcia, SP?) but he was right then and he would be right about this.

This is going to take a very different mindset to figure out what to do about guns you can print off in your garage on the 3D printer you bought off Craig’s List or eBay. Welcome to the new world order. 

UPDATE: 10MAY2013 - the feds ordered the blueprints removed from the website on the basis that is violated export law. Wilson removed them but said they are already been downloaded over 100,000 times.

Wifely Person's Tip O'the Week

Getting ready for bike riding season? 

Don't forget to check out your brake cables. This is important. 

For All The Teachers

A few weeks ago, Handy Andler and I attended a fundraiser to benefit my machatunim’s* machatenister** who has cancer. Now, I could go off on telling you how seriously broken having to hold a benefit to pay bills for treatment is, but I won’t. I will simply report that it looked like the entire town of Hudson, Wisconsin and then some showed up to support the family. There was table after table of stuff on which one could  “bid” with a prepaid raffle ticket, and some items that were really silent auction items. Handy bid on and won two baking lessons with my machutin***, Marlin, and I am pleased to say I will be taking the lessons alongside Handy. Marlin is state-fair-blue-ribbon-winning baker dude, so this is seriously exciting stuff.

After so much excitement, not to mention extremely dense crowds, Handy and decided to take stroll down Hudson’s picturesque Second Street before we headed back across the Saint Croix River.

We wandered into a place called SEASONS on St. Croix. Gallery and studio combined, Seasons showcased a good number of local artists. There was the usual array of paintings and pottery, but in one corner stood a sculpture that just reached out grabbed me by the collar. It was bright, it was colorful, it was almost angelic….but not quite. More like the goddess Shiva, with lots of arms….each one attached to a child.

My first thought was that it reminded me of Glowy Lowy, Daver’s kindergarten teacher. Kids hanging off her, a seeming multitude of arms…and the hair. Glowy just had to see this because this is exactly how I pictured her.  I asked the gallery owner if she had card with the image and she said she didn’t. I asked permission to photograph the sculpture, assuring her I would not publish the photo without permission from the artist. She said, “Okay.” As Handy lined up the shot, it dawned on me that shot may not be the right word.

This was no ordinary teacher….this teacher was protecting her children. As I started to ask the question, the gallery lady said, “This is a kindergarten teacher….a Sandy Hook kindergarten teacher. " She told me the name of the artist: Barb Bend.

The Kindergarten Teacher by Barb Bend

I ended up trading emails with Ms. Bend, and she provided the high contrast picture you see here. And I got to meet her at the American Crafts Council show in St. Paul. She’s a lovely woman, passionate about her art…which is just wonderful…and passionate about that sculpture. I could not find the words to tell her how greatly moved I was by The Kindergarten Teacher ...who was sitting near the center of her booth, as magnificent as I remembered. I shook her hand and thanked her. She had, in truth, moved my world. 

When I looked at the sculpture that second time, it was so much more obvious: the hair was really a halo; the arms were holding the children back. The children trust her to protect them from the lunatic that had invaded their sacred space: a school, a house of learning, a growing place, a room where they sang and played and dared to adventure. The parents of Sandy Hook sent their children off to school that morning, fully believing that they were sending them someplace where they would be safe. The Kindergarten Teacher didn't just speak to me....she screamed bloody murder at all of us with her serene face and tiny smile. She is Every-Teacher. 

So this blog is dedicated to all the teachers who stand in front of a class, and who would stand in front of their kids if, G-d forbid, it came to that. We don’t treat our teachers very well. We tend to pay them poorly. We expect them to kit out their classrooms on their own dime. We allow class-sizes so large that no one teacher can give each child the time needed to nurture. We expect them to be special ed teachers, ESL teachers, behavioral psychologists, and test-preppers for standardized exams… all at the same time. We know this. They know this, yet there are nutty people everywhere who opt for this profession. They know, going in, they will face parents who don’t understand they need to partner, not undermine, their kids’ teachers. They know, going in, garbage men make more and work shorter hours. They know, going in, that this is a grinding, difficult job yet some inexplicable mental fortitude calls them to march into classrooms day after day fully believing that they can, they will, they must make a difference.  

As the school year comes to a close, take a moment to drop  a note to your kids' teachers if you are a school-parent. Thank them for not just taking them off your hands for a while, but for educating them. These folks are your partners. They are also are capable of being  that which stands between your kids and bodily harm. 

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

 Buy  bunch of gift cards at Office Max, Target, or wherever you  buy school supplies...

then give them to your kids' teachers. 

Tell them you want to help kit out their classroom for the next school year.

Bonus Tip:  Yiddish Language Lesson

No other language has specific words for the relationship 

between the parents of a bride and groom.

*Machatunim - my son's in-laws; my daughter-in-law's parents are my machatunim

**Machatenister - my daughter-in-law's mother

***Machutin - my daughter-in-law's father

ergo Machatunim's Machatenister - the mother of my daughter-in-law's brother's wife. 

In The Eye Of The Beholder

Meanwhile, back at the Capitol, the same morons who haven't quite grokked the idea that over 90% country is calling for sensible gun legislation starting with background checks,  are now calling for the white hat bomber, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, to be declared an enemy combatant. What is wrong with those people? I was operating under the impression that we all were agreed that US citizens were accorded the full protection/weight of the law. As such, even though he is not native born, Dzhokhar is an American citizen. That makes a difference. You can't modify the law because you don't like someone's religion or politics or even their native country. The surviving brother is an American and must be treated accordingly.

Now, I'm gonna guess the Tsarnaev boys got their pressure cooker collection from some discount home store...but where did they get their guns? According to police reports, they were packing another pressure-cooker bomb, seven IEDs, an M4 carbine, two handguns, and a BB gun. The guys lived in Cambridge where ownership laws are very strict, and neither guy seems to have had the local permits for gun ownership. So who sold them the guns, and were the sales legal? Would background checks have slowed them down? Perhaps a little. Perhaps it would’ve  been harder to get the weapons and the magazines. Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. But it would have been a valid hurdle.

There is not much common ground between the Tsarnaev brothers and Adam Lanza. They are apples and oranges that ended up as part of a heinous. spoilt, fruit salad. Still, guns were in the hands of thems who should never have had them in the first place. How do we stop that?

The truth is that you probably can’t. Lunatics are going to get weapons, criminals are going to get weapons, and all a background check can do is to slow the process. If we’re really lucky, the process will alert some proper authority that a nut-ball is trying to get guns and there can be a timely intervention. 

But at the end of the day, We, the People, are Americans who are governed by American laws set in place by our duly elected legislative bodies. If you are an American, then you are equal before the law with every other American regardless of place of birth, faith, race, gender, sexual orientation, or the color of your eyebrows. 

Dzhokhar will be tried in an American court of law, not a military tribunal, not a kangaroo court, and not the court of public opinion. He is entitled to a defense lawyer and the best possible defense. We cannot appear to bypass our own judicial system because these two were Muslim. We cannot permit any appearance of impropriety in regard to his trial. This is our chance to demonstrate how American justice works….transparently, openly, and with great deliberation.

But if you have your heart set on finding enemy combatants, I suggest you try Washington, DC. You will find lots of them wandering the halls of congress masquerading as concerned legislators when, in fact, they are aiding and abetting the overthrow of America as We, the People, know it. As I commented in Andrew Rosenthal’s editorial blog, Taking Note: What’s the Difference Between McVeigh and Tsarnaev?, in today’s NY Times:

I think Lindsey Graham should be arrested and tried as an enemy combatant. He has done everything in his power to subvert the law in favor of arms dealers who supply criminals and would-be terrorists. He has steadfastly refused to support background checks for gun purchasers at the same time he has voted in favor of allowing unlimited shot ammo magazines and a national conceal and carry reciprocity bill.

How can you not suspect him of nefarious activity when his very platform sets up America to be attacked by anyone with a credit card and an internet connection.

Clearly, he is _encouraging_ acts of terrorism by refusing to enact sensible gun laws.

If one hates Americans and works to further open the door to terrorists and criminals, one might think that would meet anyone's criteria for enemy combatant....including his own.

For the record, I threw the comment over the wall at 3:51 PM (CST) and it is the #1 reader pick comment. I think I struck a chord with this one. 

Why doesn't that surprise me?

 [Correction in paragraph one - I originally stated both were citizens. That is incorrect. Tamerlan Tsarnev was legal resident alien whose application for citizenship was still pending at the time of the bombing.] 

Wifely Person's Tip o' the Week

The best thing about snow in April is that you know it can't last.....

can it?

April 22, 2013
Enough, already.

Patriot Day ~ Marathon Day 2013

My snit with Walgreens, scheduled for today’s blog, seems trivial in light of this afternoon’s events. All eyes are on Boston and will remain cast in that direction until we have some semblance of an answer as to why someone would want to bomb an international athletic event …and of course, who did this most evil deed. Lots of pundits, bloggers, and columnists will be putting forth all manner of theories as police and FBI undertake the massive investigation into physical evidence in hopes of finding that one shred, that one sliver from which the correct deduction can be made. In the meanwhile, we will hear blame cast in all directions. Republicans will blame immigrants and Democrats, the Dems will blame the GOP and the gun lobby. Muslims will be experience new forms of social discrimination, and anyone with an Islamic sounding name will be searched a little more thoroughly or scanned, or wanded, or whatever. None of that rhetoric nor any of that behavior will increase the security of this nation. In fact, it will undermine it.

I will not speculate on why or who. I will only say that the world is watching how we react. Will we step up police patrols so we, for a while, resemble a police state? Will cities begin installing even more cameras on street lights? Or will we just go on with our daily business, shaking our collective American head, wondering why anyone would want to bomb the country everyone else wants to live in?

The reality is that we are not the first nation to feel the blasts of IEDs on our own streets. Unlike the dramatic and surreal attack on the World Trade Center, most bombs are at ground level, spewing shrapnel at leg height where it can do the most damage to the greatest number of people. Those  bombs were set off at a time when a large number of runners were coming in, when the most people would be in the vicinity of the bomb…when the most people would be hurt. This is deliberate. But it’s also deliberate in markets in Kandahar, the streets of Baghdad, the tubes of London, and the restaurants in Tel Aviv. People are fragile and when bombs explode where people congregate, they die. And are maimed. And destroyed even if they live. People who set off bombs in public spaces want all that and more. They want to change the way people live. They want you to be afraid.

But life in all those place, as it will in Boston, goes on. People will ultimately go about their business, perhaps being a bit more cautious in crowds, but go on they will. Some people will remember a particular bombing because it touched something close to home, or they will say, “Oh, yeah, I remember that,” in an offhand way. They will remember it happened, but not  when, not the year, or the date, maybe the season…but not much else. We forget the details lest we are paralyzed by overwhelming terror.

There are, however, questions to be asked. How does a population survive constant IED attacks? What do you tell the children? What do you change about your routine…if anything at all? How do you internalize the idea that your city may be the next one to be bombed?

Talk to an Israeli. Any Israeli…Jew, Arab, Christian, Druze, Baha’i… can speak to what it means to live in a Western society whose public spaces are constantly under attack. They can tell you firsthand about the blood and body parts. And they can tell you how they get through it.

There are no conclusions to be drawn at this moment. We must wait for the investigation to progress. What we must not do is blame. We must not accuse. We must not sow more distrust and hatred. If we do any of those things, the bombers win. They have succeeded. They have created terror.

Wifely Person’s Tip o’the Week

If you weren’t there, you don’t know.

Let those who were, talk and let yourself listen.