Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think I remember that there was a term, “pussy-foot democracy”, pertaining to the way the current US leaders are handling the situation in Syria — I just forgot the website where I saw it from.
I tried to google what “pussyfoot” (Google, the love-of my-life! sigh!) means and I came across this definition: “to avoid committing oneself.”
So the US is playing the role of a Regency libertine who can’t commit to one woman because he had been hurt before. I actually am re-reading such a storyline right now!
“Until You” by Judith McNaught was published in 1994 and features the (fictional) Earl of Langford, Stephen David Elliott Westmoreland — please note that he has the same number of 1st names as the current (non-fictional) Duchess of Cambridge’s and Will’s new son.
Stephen had been hurt before by a woman who possesses a sappy and stuffy name, Emily Lathrop. An experience which left him cynical about women in general. Until he met the American redhead romance-novel lover (in the 1800’s romance novels were called “dime novels”, which just goes to show how cheaply people regarded them) — Sheridan “Sherry” Bromleigh.
I read “Until You” when I was a wide-eyed idealistic 14-year old.
Now, I am no longer 14 or wide-eyed. Not so idealistic either.
A painful thing about “growing up” is that one realizes that the world contains more evil-terrible- Sauron/Voldemort types than one would care or wish to have.
Saddam Hussein was a Voldemort. And so is Bashar al-Assad.
So can anyone blame Barry Obama for wanting to go to war with him?
Yeah, I know … I did say I’m a pacifist.
However, Barry is sooo cute and sexy that if Michele would do an Emily Lathrop and dumps him someday (wish, wish!), I would, in one heartbeat of a second, scoop him up and carry him into my castle. I mean any guy who would be willing to tell-all as in “Dreams from my Father” surely would not be so inhibited in stripping in front of a woman.
With all due respect, John McCain — you ARE cute, especially when you were young and wearing those Air Force uniforms. But man, you have got to lighten up and get a perm!
So to go back to the first sentence of this post — pussyfoot democracy.
The problem with democracy (and yes, it does have some) is it can be quite cumbersome to get the will of the people by the government — of the people, by the people, for the people, from the people. I hope I got all the bases covered but that’s the idea.
Can we blame Barry for going to Congress regarding Syria? We — or rather You, since I am not an American, ha ha ha — will also blame him if he didn’t.
This was Sam’s speech to Frodo in “Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers”.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.”
I know the speech sounds sooo George Dubya Bush … but sometimes, I do wonder — what, really, was the difference between Dubya and Bill; or (to push the metaphor further) Lincoln and Davis? So they wanted a More Perfect Union — I think the people, for and from, whom their government was made, would also agree with that.
Incidentally, that’s also what I want — with my significant other.
… a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity.