But I was just starting to like Tyne Daly...
And when did you sell out, Julian Bond? I once thought you were so cool....

My afternoon would have been better spent hitting myself over the head with a board. It would have been less painful that way. But I decided to wrap my sister's birthday gifts, sort laundry and tidy my bedroom to the accompaniment of the C-SPAN coverage of the March for Women's Lives. Why did I put myself thru the shrill rhetoric, smug and evil self-congratulation and political grandstanding? Why? I don't know.

Small consolation was to be found in seeing that the crowd of a million that the speakers raved about sure didn't look so big. And seeing that this was a group fueled by anger. Not righteous anger, but free floating rage. And a movement based on non-specific rage cannot possibly be successful. (They may win/have won their battles, but they can't possibly win the war.)

Oh, now I see this is the second to the top story on the NBC news. Gag.