i guess i’m a greedy, fat american

Greedy, fat Americans with their possessions,,a baby who will never KNOW their heritage, their country.

WE as a country will pay for this..unfortunately these babies will too!

This was the first comment someone made on my YouTube video. The video is from our China trip, showing the families in our group participating in an adoptive tradition known as “The Red Couch Picture.”

My response:

galemunden – How sad that you would choose something as beautiful as the act of adoption to express your rage. Greedy people spend on themselves; we made a lifetime commitment to a child whose family decided she should be adopted…and whose culture has sometimes chosen infanticide based on gender.

Odd that you think we’ll “pay for this.” When we go to Chinatown, we hear from Chinese women virtually every time what a lucky girl she is. We see ourselves as the lucky ones.

 

I hope whatever has caused this hostility in you is something that can be overcome. That kind of vitriol towards total strangers isn’t healthy. I wish you well.

 

I like being nice to hostile people. It makes me feel superior to know that I can keep my head while those around me are losing theirs. Think I’ll do a little superior dance – wait a sec.

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Okay, thanks. Sorry about the interruption – it took longer than expected because I threw out my fat American back when I fell off the Hummer and onto the barbecue pit while doing my superior dance. Or maybe I was quaking with fear for how I was going to “pay for this.”

I fully anticipate we’ll pay for this via college tuition and her wedding. That does leave me quaking in fear.

as amicalola falls, so falls amicalola

We played hookie from church this morning to spend some family time in the North Georgia mountains. There is a state park we love at Amicalola Falls, near Dawsonville. If you don’t know Dawsonville, son, you don’t know your NASCAR. Neither do I, actually, but some famous NASCAR dude is from there.

We ate (too much) at the lodge above the Falls, spent a little time looking down the Falls from a bridge across the top, then drove to the bottom to hike part of the way up. I would love to say we hiked the entire 730-foot ascent, but I would be lying. I’m in nowhere near good enough shape to handle that hike with a 40-pound squirming shoulder pack (mini-she).

The kids were troopers, and made it further than I would have guessed; but with the time change, a late movie Saturday night, and all my other good excuses, I just couldn’t go much farther than the main observation platform. Made quite an impression on mimi-me, though; he spent the rest of the day telling anyone who would listen about the “bi-g wa-ter-faw.”

Sounds cuter than it types.