Sittin' around

I took Sara and Martha to the airport this morning -- they faced a long delay on their trip to Boston on account of the snow -- followed up with some errands, and then came home. With Cris on the disabled list with a case of a bad cough, I just hung around with her all afternoon. The kitchen is lovely on a sunny winter afternoon. She shopped online for a book stand sturdy enough to hold her law books; but when she called me over to look at her screen, it was to look at pictures of cats someone had posted.

Fr. John says:

Used to be that a group of socialists, the activists and the idealists, were utopian. If we simply ended poverty and got rid of our nuclear weapons, and just worked with people in the third world rather than side with any anti-Soviet thug, the world would be a much better place. True enough. Still, lots of cold warriors really thought that communism was truly appealing, and truly frightening.

Then the Soviet Union imploded.

Now its the neo-cons who are utopians. They insist that american capitalism and free elections can be imposed with military action. Even most idealists on the left didn't believe this. Bush is now, in my view, a Utopian -- admirable perhaps, but dangerous.