Four little boys went out to play;The news that inspired that couplet was in the Times this morning. By the time I got home this afternoon, and despite a six-hour cease fire, three more Palestinian children were dead. Well, when the announced ground invasion begins, one would hope that Israeli troops, from ground level, will better be able to differentiate people who are four feet tall from people who are significantly taller.
Along came a bomber and blew them away.
The Nigerian Girls
Boko Haram grabbed a whole lot of Nigerian girls from a school up in north-eastern Nigeria. Rumor has it that most of them have "escaped," but it's hard to say because Nigerian president Goodluck Jonathan is not especially "transparent."
Granted, Boko Haram is a lot crazier than most other crazy Islamist groups. People who get too addicted to their religions always are especially dangerous.
I am outraged that people across the United States are protesting having migrant children from Honduras, Guatemala, and El Salvador taking refuge in their communities. Parents don't send their kids on enormous journeys, with pretty scetchy adults in charge, unless the conditions at home are immanently lethal. I welcome those children to my neighborhood. Probably, I could squeeze three or four into my miniscule home for a while. The dog would love it.
If Obama expedites the extradition of those children to their home countries, my low esteem for him will drop even lower. As usual, I'm pissed off.