RIPD ( Rest in Peace Department) is the name of the Men-in-Black type movie that's coming out about a year and a half from now. A cutie-pie crew of scouts were out in our yard yesterday (above) taking shots of our own house to use as the out-the-window views of the main house, the decreptit home of our old pal Eddie across the lawn now shuttered and robbed of its copper piping. That's the kind of place we call home. They're going to reconstruct an interior for most of the action in Readville near Dedham, a few miles west of Boston.
What a revelation. Driving to the super this morning for the weekly restocking of the larder, we tuned in to NPR to find the usual suspects beside themselves with shock and awe at how the land of the free and the home of the brave was shocking, shocking our civilized counterparts across the sea.
How dare we dither and deliberate our differences according to the dictates of the Constitution of the United States when Europe and the rest of the world were waiting, with bated breath, for us to save their souls — and their pocketbooks — NOW? It was at that moment that we fell in love once more with our own messy and sometimes soul-depleting democratic process. As we twittered:
I felt protective of our idiotic #debtlimit side show when I heard pompous NPR radio types tearing hair out that "the world" is horrified.
A republic, madam, if you can keep it. God bless America.