If the reaction to the shoe-throwing is anything like the reaction to other acts ranging in severity from civil disobedience to outright terrorism, the response will be a reduction in the number of places where I can peaceably wear footwear.
Places Where One Is Expected To Remove One's Shoes (or Soon Will Be):- The airport.
- The homes of certain Japanese people.
- The homes of people with new carpeting (or, more likely, a weird fascination with peoples' feet)
- The pre-toddler room at day care.
- Presidential press conferences.
Also, feet are kind of nasty. They're pale and callused and yellow in parts, and they smell and collect sock lint and, thousands of years ago, they were hands. Gross.
(By the way, several of today's news reports have revealed that throwing your shoe at a person is considered an insult in Muslim cultures. Thanks for that, press corps. If this is the sort of work you've been doing instead of throwing your shoes at the president, you might have found other things to do with your time.)
Just as people largely stopped using commercial airplanes once they had to take off their shoes to do so, now people are going to stop asking news-type questions of their president. I mean, it wasn't that long ago that the threat of having their patriotism challenged prevented the press from asking hard questions about the run-up to Iraq, and now -- or at least for the next 35 days -- they'll be too busy getting their shoes on and off to notice the last-minute fire sale on democracy.
(Post title by Townes VanZandt, my near namesake.)
1 comment:
When I first read this yesterday, I had not yet heard of the shoe throwing incident in Iraq. So while as always, I found your blog very entertaining, I did think that it was a little random.
Have you ever tried Croc's? I think a nice pair of yellow or purple Crocs would be perfect for you. You wouldn't heve to worry about laces, and they would help convey the erudite and professional image that you are always trying to give off. They make custom doo-dads to put in the holes, you know.
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