This article in the NY Times almost made me cry, and not just because I like cats. No, it was the last paragraph that hurt. It all leads back to this article, which asks, "Why don't Americans admit that we're lying to ourselves?" I'm not, I just don't know what action to take to fix the problem. America’s “enhanced interrogation” techniques have a grotesque provenance: “Verschärfte Vernehmung, enhanced or intensified interrogation, was the exact term innovated by the Gestapo to describe what became known as the ‘third degree.’ It left no marks. It included hypothermia, stress positions and long-time sleep deprivation.” America. Fuck yeah.
In the "less depressing" vein, for my tea loving friends, may I recommend this article on visiting tea plantations in Darjeeling, featuring my very favorite, the Makaibari estate. It's time to travel. And sound advice for good living: Get a big dog and have that dog sleep in your bed with you. Dogs know nothing of mortality, and they share that peace with you.