These days people will throw that “Nazi” card just as soon as lookin’ at ya.
Any and all acts committed by these goose-stepping idiots, both innocuous and criminal, have become the metaphor flavors of the month. If there’s an idea you disagree with all you need is five good minutes on the Internet and you’ll soon discover that some Nazi has already tried it. HUZZAH! You’ve just found your counter argument.
Sucker: “How ‘bout Beef Bourguignon for dinner tonight?”
Adversary: “You mean the same Beef Bourguignon storm troopers consumed as they plundered Paris?”
Sucker:“Ah. Okay. I’ll assume Pierogies are also off the table, too.”
I’m as guilty as the next guy of this sin. If I had a dollar for every time I’ve compared Rumsfeld, Cheney & Libby to guys like Goebells, Göring & Himmler I’d be out of debt and own better shoes.
However recently I’ve made an effort not to use tragic world events to vilify my rivals. Instead, I use them to put my life in its proper perspective. As I sit at work, at 8pm on a Friday night feeling sorry for myself, I think about how it beats patrolling IED inundated roads in Afghanistan for a living. I remind myself that I’m working on “Diary Of A Wimpy Kid 2” (coming to a theater near you soon) on the historic 20th Century Fox back-lot and I quickly get over myself.
When speaking to our friends and family of our Visa journey thus far, Stef and I are often presented with the following Mrs. Kravitz-like statements and/or questions…
You two have been apart for THAT long?! Jeeeezus!
With such little time spent with together, how do you know you two can live with each other?
Wow, I don’t know how you guys stay together during all of this. I’m surprised you haven’t broken up yet.
…And you’re sure he (or she) have stayed faithful?
You’ve spent HOW much money on lawyers/government fees/travel?!
If you had to do it all over, I bet you wouldn’t do this again.
Really? The last statement is the kicker. As if Stefania would respond…
“No, I wouldn’t do it again. It’s not worth it, but I’m stuck now because the Negro bought me a ring.” *
*Note: this sentence was NOT written in Stefania’s voice. She’s never referred to me as a “Negro” although the idea does tickle me. I will slyly attempt to implement this word into her new English vocabulary. We’ll now return to the blog entry currently in progress.
They mean well, and I don’t deny that the time away from each other does suck. The lack of physical contact is enough to make a man go loopy. I talk to myself a LOT these days. It’s been a bit hellish, yet couples have endured worse.
I was raised in a predominantly Jewish community outside of Cleveland, and one gets to hear many a tragic Holocaust story over those years. But every now and then I’d hear a bitter-sweet tale about how a victim endured and survived the atrocities of those wicked days, fueled only by the hope of seeing their loved ones again, alive. He or she reaches the other side of the insanity and, shockingly, finds a loved-one who also miraculously lived to tell the tale.
So this is me now pulling the serious Nazi card…
Yes, going through the Fiancée Visa process has been incredibly stressful, but it beats us attempting to cheat death at Dachau and Buchenwald, each praying that the other is still alive. Brave couples have endured much worse, so I think we can handle the distance just fine. I think we can handle buying tickets to Italy just fine. I think we can handle the US Consulate in Naples, just fine. We’re good.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shave and put on a clean shirt, I have a Skype date this morning.
Eh… Maybe I’ll just disable my camera.
And that, as I like to say, is the gist of it.