At the Flaming Lips concert on Saturday night, my friend, Jeff, told me about his two year old's taste in music. The kid likes certain songs from certain performers, such as Get Up, Stand Up, by Marley, and Legalize It by Peter Tosh. When Jeff plays other songs by these artists, the child claims that those songs are not by Marley or Tosh. Despite overwhelming evidence being shown to the child, he refuses to believe any different than what he has decided is the "truth."
Juxtapose the description of this childishness with what I heard on a radio show this morning. A woman was claiming that McCain, Warner, and Graham, all veterans and "experts" on military matters, are completely wrong in their rejection of the Bush-sponsored bill to legalize torture. She, a Nobody from Nowheresville, Nowherehoma, knows better than all the people who oppose her position, despite their experience and credentials. I then saw how those folks who are still clinging to obvious falsehoods and assorted delusions about the Idiot Prince of Crawford, Texas, are simply put, children. They may have grown up bodies, but their minds are those of near-infants.
This is an interesting phenomenon to watch, and I find it interesting that some on the opposite side also persist in it as well. It also reminds me of the mind of an alcoholic. Especially my own. Denial=Childishness?
Rambling nonsense, I know, but time to get back to regular journaling.