Much to the chagrin of my girlfriend, the lovely Megan (Look, honey, I mentioned you by name in my column!), I engage in a fair amount of skepticism, which is not a position per se, but a method. In other words, I like to seek while keeping an open mind – though not so open that my brain falls out! This means I ask a lot of questions, which is what drives Megan crazy.
Nevertheless, from the sublime to the ridiculous to the just plain weird, here are some of the questions I ask myself:
– Why cant our local television news organizations simply go back to regular programming after giving all the information on a breaking news story, instead of needlessly repeating the same information for hours on end?
– If tax cuts are unfair and hurt the economy, as the Democrats claim in criticizing President Bush, how is it that the huge tax breaks pushed through the Legislature by Gov. Gary Locke – a Democrat – to land Boeings 7E7 project are a good thing?
– How many Subways are enough?
– Why is it against the law in Oregon to pump your own gas?
– How much larger can Massachusetts Sen. Tedd Kennedys ever expanding face become?
– Is Hillary Clintons new book, Living History, more likely to found in the fiction or non-fiction section of your local bookstore?
– Why cant President Bush pronounce the word nuclear correctly?
– With regard to weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, does anyone seriously believe that all of Saddam Husseins obfuscation and foot-dragging prior to the U.S.-led invasion was his attempt to hide evidence of his innocence?
– What will a jealous France do next in a petty attempt to thwart future American military endeavors in the nations war against Islamic terrorist groups and the nations that support them?
– Why does anyone find Jerry Lewis even the slightest bit funny?
– If you dream you have insomnia, do you wake up tired?
– Why are there Braille buttons on drive through ATMs?
– Isnt it ironic that these days diversity is measured only in terms of race?
– What if there were no hypothetical questions?
My Two Cents is a weekly column where the author – who thinks blind faith is the crutch of fools – gets in his two cents worth, in spite of the old saying that you only get a penny for your thoughts.
