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Quote of the Day

He is a titanic—and I mean titanic—fraud. We have listened to this guy for many, many years in this country, on his moral high horse assaulting the dignity of gay people, across the board. His moral preening is famous throughout the land. Yet he is the most obsequious of all Trump’s cultists in the cabinet.

There have been occaions, as George Will points out, where speaking on Trump, in front of Trump, Pence compliments him on an average of every 3.2 seconds.

We have never seen such slobbering servility by a high government official in this country than we do in Mike Pence and Donald Trump. It is amazing. He’s supposed to be service the American people. He’s the Vice President of the United State,s and he acts like he’s the house butler at Mar-a-Lago.” ~ Republican Steve Schmidt

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Shower Thoughts

The early 21st century is going to be noted for the sheer number of videos that were exchanged of men masturbating on camera.

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Proud

Several months ago—after even more months of concerted study and testing—Ben received his NBCT (National Board Certified Teacher) credentials. I was proud of him for accomplishing this at the time, and even moreso when we attended the annual NBCT gala where the certificates were passed out.

Congratulations again, my Love! You. Are. Amazing!

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Epic

Ron Perlman’s (@perlmutations) absolutely epic Twitter screed:

I gotta tell ya, after 18 months ‘o this shit i’m pretty sick and tired. Sick and tired of people in high places taking a shit on law & order. Sick and tired of taking a shit on the memory of hundreds of thousands of American men and women who died stamping out Nazism.

Sick and tired of shitting on the memory of men and women about their heads Bashed in on southern bridges, hoses and dogs turned on them, batons turned on them so that we begin begin to act civilly toward one another among all the races.

Sick and tired of cronyism. Sick and tired of corruption. Sick and tired of Pius people not knowing the difference between decency and rape. Sick and tired of people who call themselves patriots not having the foggiest idea of how a democracy should function.

But most of all, I am sick and tired of being a voice in the wilderness; abandoned by our so-called guardians of the constitution who sit by and watch it all burn. Who display cowardice in the face of assault, knowing that all that is sacred is being burned and still do nothing.

I feel weak. I feel nauseous. I feel impotent. I feel betrayed. I feel alone. I feel terrible.

For those who have followed me, you know I have left nothing in the locker room. I have even almost half heartedly but also almost full heartedly suggested I throw myself into the fray, digging as deeply as I could to summon hope and decency. But I didn’t know What I didn’t know.

didn’t know how desperate we are to all hold onto our tribalism. I didn’t know how easily we could be divided from one another. I didn’t know how much hatred truly existed in the nation I came to love and believe in.

I’m taking a break. I’m going back to my little corner of the world where all I have is poured into family, friends, and the nobility of storytelling that celebrates our commonalities and not our differences. In the words ofJoni Mitchell, if you want me I’ll be in the bar…

Ron, you’re not alone.

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Teachers Are Superheroes

Again, from John Pavlovitz:

Comic books have lied to all of us.

Heroism isn’t capes and costumes.

It doesn’t come from radioactive spider bites or metal suits or gamma rays or distant planets.

It doesn’t hang out in cavernous caves, palatial compounds, or hi-tech floating cities.

It isn’t wielding tricked out all-terrain vehicles, gadget-laden utility belts, hammers from the heavens, or indestructible shields.

The real heroic stuff here on this planet is firmly seated in the chests of the ordinary people who embrace an extraordinary calling; those whose superhuman hearts beat quite differently than the rest of us mere mortals.

They rise before the sun does, and in the most counterintuitive fashion, they run directly, passionately, and purposefully into the thick of the flourescent-lit fray—and they simply save children.

They do this not in a grand single bound; not in some last-second, desperate flurry of force, not in the bombast and fanfare of spectacle—but through steady, loving attention to a methodical, repetitive, mundane string of a million seemingly insignificant decisions. They do this because they know how important each second is and how precious every child is. They see what we normal citizens don’t see or choose to walk past.

Your kids are rubbing shoulders with superhumans.

Within a few miles of wherever you are reading this, a ragged army of sleep-deprived, woefully under supported, horribly underpaid do-gooders is willingly braving the daily bullets, bruises, and battles, so that your children can become the glorious adults they were designed to be.

To all you ordinary classroom superheroes on the planet, who may not hear it often enough, loud enough, or perhaps at all: Thank you.

Thank you for enduring the countless weird, individual quirks of dozens of kids, for learning how they specifically think and process things, and for seeking to speak their brain’s personal language so that they feel heard and seen and known.

Thank you for the rest that you forfeit, the off-the-clock hours you give up, the money you take from your own pocket, and for the thousands of small sacrifices that no one will ever see from a distance. Thank you for the part of you that you give away to other people’s children.

Thank you for continually fighting through defiance and shyness, through laziness and silliness, through absentee parents and violent home life, and getting intimately close to the hearts of your kids.

Though we often don’t stop to say it, we know just how much you do and just how fortunate all our children are to have you battling for them every single day.

Thank you most of all, for the very heroic way that without cape or costume, you fly in and you literally save kids—and in doing so, you save the world.

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