Sunday
9/22/04
From the Mouths of Babes...
There are, as most would agree, countless wonderful aspects of childhood as an institution. Children get free room and board, for instance, and only rarely do they have to stop by the bank and the dry cleaner before work. What a life. But, this not being a perfect world, childhood has its disadvantages as well. Not only is there almost constant homework, but they’re too young to drink and smoke. That sort of thing.
Another often overlooked challenge facing children is their compete lack of historical perspective. It’s not their fault, of course, as the very premise of space-time as we understand it precludes them having a lengthy history with which to work, but still, it seems an unfortunate disability indeed.
That said, it’s always a pleasure to turn on my computer each morning and visit Bill Watterson’s Calvin, a curmudgeonly six-year-old who possesses enough insight and perspective to shame even the most prescient of us. And, as with all fine works of art and literature, It’s not unusual for me to find myself identifying with Calvin on a personal and emotional level.
On occasion, though, Calvin will give us an insight into the psyche of others that is so plainly accurate and telling that it’s downright spooky. Take, for instance, yesterday’s Calvin and Hobbes, which, if considered with just the right perspective, provides a priceless window into the deepest thoughts and motivations of a certain man currently occupying our White House. In short; ever wonder what makes George W. Bush tick? Here it is:
Well, if you’ll all excuse me now, I have a bunker to finish in my back yard.
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From the Mouths of Babes...
There are, as most would agree, countless wonderful aspects of childhood as an institution. Children get free room and board, for instance, and only rarely do they have to stop by the bank and the dry cleaner before work. What a life. But, this not being a perfect world, childhood has its disadvantages as well. Not only is there almost constant homework, but they’re too young to drink and smoke. That sort of thing.
Another often overlooked challenge facing children is their compete lack of historical perspective. It’s not their fault, of course, as the very premise of space-time as we understand it precludes them having a lengthy history with which to work, but still, it seems an unfortunate disability indeed.
That said, it’s always a pleasure to turn on my computer each morning and visit Bill Watterson’s Calvin, a curmudgeonly six-year-old who possesses enough insight and perspective to shame even the most prescient of us. And, as with all fine works of art and literature, It’s not unusual for me to find myself identifying with Calvin on a personal and emotional level.
On occasion, though, Calvin will give us an insight into the psyche of others that is so plainly accurate and telling that it’s downright spooky. Take, for instance, yesterday’s Calvin and Hobbes, which, if considered with just the right perspective, provides a priceless window into the deepest thoughts and motivations of a certain man currently occupying our White House. In short; ever wonder what makes George W. Bush tick? Here it is:
Well, if you’ll all excuse me now, I have a bunker to finish in my back yard.
