I was just thinking, "Wow, Josh Brolin is in everything these days!" and then I realized that "everything" was two separate previews for Milk and then...Milk.
Milk seemed a fitting movie choice for today. An assassination, really a martyrdom. Dr. George Tiller is dead, shot in a church about a quarter-mile from the house I grew up in, where my father still lives. I'm sickened and sad and furious, not just at Dr. Tiller's murder but at the ugly din coming from anti-abortion ideologues who hate -- who? Women. Some of them are women. It makes me want to get out the battering ram. It makes me sort of homesick for Wichita. I remember when they bombed his clinic, I remember the Operation Rescue Summer of "Love," I remember when they shot him the first time, for God's sake. I want to be with people who understand Wichita right now.
May God be with his family, who must have been expecting this -- but how can you ever prepare yourself? -- and may the cops keep Randall Terry away. May the good people of Wichita form a circle around the Tillers and keep back the evil ones who rejoice in the murder of a doctor who saved women's lives.
Oh, and if anyone is considering posting something in the comments along the lines of "But he MUURRRRDERED all the babies!" consider that I will come through the computer and punch you in the neck. And then I will delete your comment. I'm not in the mood.