I’m happy to see that some of my posts have elicited comments from a wide range of passionate folks.
First, I’ve been remiss in pointing out that my criticism of Friends of the Earth’s over-simplified and misleading Metro posters linking global warming to killer hurricanes prompted a response from a representative of FOE. I replied to his comment but have yet to receive a follow-up.
Second, a pair of commetns from both the left and the right. One comes from someone named “VoRtoN.” He takes issue with my argument that Howard Dean is a bombastic moron for saying we can’t win the war in Iraq. I replied, in my follow up comment, that “winning,” at this point, must mean securing the country and bringing our troops home. No response from VoRtoN yet.
The other comment comes fom one Jim Mulligan, who questions my love of country for merely pointing out that newly-elected Bolivian president Evo Morales used the expression “Death to Yankees” as part of his campaign slogan.
“Don’t you wish,” Jim writes. “I hope you don’t call yourself an ‘American.'”
But, of course, I didn’t say “Death to Yankees.” Evo did.
Though, in truth, my favorite part of Jim’s comment is the way in which he concludes, by assessing Evo’s rise, that “You media elites and foolish liberals proclaim this as progress for the people.”
Yep, that’s me. A media elite and a foolish liberal. (Okay, foolish liberal maybe, but media elite?)
Elsewhere, a post from back in July about swimwear that “highlights the face, rather than the body” continues to draw feedback from readers (mostly, I imagine, because the item ranks sixth in a Google search for “modest swimwear.”) My favorite of the bunch is the latest, from a reader named PJ, who writes:
We are to treat our bodies as a temple, respect them and take care of them, and save the viewing of our “temple” for our spouses only when we are joined in matrimony. Question to ponder: If the Lord were to return here, right now, how many would feel right standing before Him practically naked?
Whoa. Me standing before God in nothing but my zebra-striped Speedo? Scary. Very, very scary.