Saturday, October 13, 2001

A few days ago I posted a link to a wonderful discourse on what the flag means to lefties like me. Today I ran across another one, this time from fellow blogger Barron Chugg.

I'm glad I'm not the only one out there who refuses to allow Old Glory to be the symbol only of those who agree with the phrase, "Our country, right or wrong." For our flag to mean anything, it must represent this country in all its facets: our failures as well as our virtues. Like the song says, "America! America! God mend thine every flaw."

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I'm enjoying the new Star Trek series Enterprise more and more with each episode. It looks like Rick Berman and company finally figured out that human beings laugh, make mistakes and occasionally touch each other, and that's made all the difference.

As much as I like what they're doing with humans, my favorite character on the show isn't one. He's not even a biped. He's Porthos, Captain Archer's dog. He is one cute pooch.

And you know a beagle is cute when he draws a red-blooded hetrosexual's attention away from T'Pol (or, as a friend of mine refers to her, T'Pow!).

Posted @ 7:57 PM

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