Reading opens up a world of wonder. For instance, in the Plain Dealer this morning, I read that Bristol Palin has called off her engagement to Levi Johnson for the second time. Levi, it seems, told Bristol that he might have fathered a child with another girl. The name of the other girl hasn't been released, but a pregnant ex-girlfriend of Levi's has publicly denied that Levi is the father of her child. Then, Levi told Bristol he was going to Hollywood to see a hunting show, but the real purpose of the trip was to make a music video mocking the Palins.
So I'm wondering: If Grandma Sarah is elected president, will the White House be moved to the trailer park, or will the trailer park be moved to the White House lawn?
And, while I'm at it: Where is the other half of a semi-trailer?
In Salt: A World History, Mark Kurlansky writes of the various efforts made by the Chinese since ancient times to deal with the economic and social problems involved in or caused by the production and sale of salt. In 880, and angry mob protesting the salt monopoly took over the city of Xi'an. Which leads Kurlansky to write: "And the other great moral and political questions of the great debate on salt and iron-the need for profits, the rights and obligations of the nobility, aid to the poor, the importance of a balanced budget, the appropriate tax burden, the risk of anarchy, and the dividing line between the rule of law and tyranny-have all remained unresolved issues."
This leads me to wonder: How come the human race got smart enough to make it possible to blow up the world at the push of a button but never wise enough to find the answers to its most basic questions?
Turning his attention to France, Kurlansky writes: "Like the cheese of Parma, Roquefort also becomes overly salty, and this unfairly gives the cheese a reputation for saltiness."
Which leads me to wonder: What the hell is this guy talking about?
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