New (short) post up at the Foreign Policy Association. I am seriously pissed off about the US foreign aid budget. Not that anything new has happened, mind you. The New York Times decided to write about it this week, so everyone started talking about it again. Dark days, my friends.
It's Fleet Week in SF (I am somewhat afraid to go to the Castro in this post-DADT world...or so very curious), so there are planes all up in our business. Setting off car alarms as they buzz by, barrel rolling overhead. It's kind of cool to watch--you can't help but have respect for someone with the balls (ladies too!), skill, and strong stomach to fly a jet. It's also a bit scary: although I knew the planes were here for Fleet Week, I still got a little knot of worry. Welcome to life during the War on Terror, I guess. And, on top of cool and scary, it's also infuriating: how much money gets spent on freaking jets when there are starving kids in Africa, et cetera? You know the drill. I won't do the whole thing here. Plus it's a lot of macho BS posturing, a little weenie shaking for a nation that keeps screaming it's the best but feels, well, woefully inadequate. I'm going to go watch Top Gun, stare at some gentlemen in uniform (they're EVERYWHERE), and see how I feel.