John is at work, so I have the TV on to keep me company. We only get about four stations in English...so I'm watching "The A-Team." I vaguely remember watching it when I was a kid...but only vaguely. Wasn't it supposed to be funny? So far, they've had to go back to Viet Nam to find some guy's kid, who, incidentally, is being played by Tia Carrere.

Jason sent me an audio clip of the protesting going on in Nashville after he saw Michael Moore speak. As I listened to it, the A-team re-entered Viet Nam for the first time. Think: slow montage, fades in and out, depressed men in color, scared men with guns in sepia tone...and from my computer, screams and anger.

It's strange how I can be grateful for being too young to have experienced the world during the Viet Nam War...and at the same time wish I could have.

On our way home from New York, John and I listened to this show, in which the point was made that our "founding Fathers" lived in the Age of Reason and that we're now living in the Age of Propaganda. Could there be something more depressing?

Labels: political stuff., tv.

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