"They're beating the women, Nancy."
I try to keep this a happy place where I can just post fic in which everyone lives happily ever after and none of the real world problems get past my protective cloak of apathy and indifference.
Then there are things like THIS off the BBC this morning.
I'd rant but I think Sorkin summed up the rage and global dilemma better with the following.
C.J. Cregg: They beat women, Nancy. They hate women. The only reason they keep Qumari women alive is to make more Qumari men.
Nancy McNally: So what do you want me to do about it?
C.J. Cregg: How about instead of suggesting we sell the guns to them, suggesting that we shoot the guns at them. And by the way, not to change the subject, but how are we supposed to have any moral credibility when we talk about gun control and making sure that guns don't get in the hands of the wrong people? God, Nancy! What the hell are we defining as the *right* people?
Nancy McNally: This is the real world and we can't isolate our enemies.
C.J. Cregg: I know about the real world and I'm not suggesting we isolate them.
Nancy McNally: You're suggesting we eliminate them
C.J. Cregg: I have a briefing...
Nancy McNally: You're suggesting that...
C.J. Cregg: I'm not suggesting anything. I don't suggest foreign policy around here.
Nancy McNally: You are right now.
C.J. Cregg: It's the 21st Century, Nancy. The world's gotten smaller. I don't know how we can tolerate this kind of suffering anymore, particularly when all it does is continue the cycle of anti-American hatred. But that's not the point, either.
Nancy McNally: What's the point?
C.J. Cregg: The point is that apartheid was an East Hampton clambake compared to what we laughingly refer to as the life these women lead. And if we had sold M1-A1's to South Africa fifteen years ago, you'd have set the building on fire. Thank God we never needed to refuel in Johannesburg!
Nancy McNally: [nods] It's a big world, C.J. And everybody has guns, and I'm doing the best I can.
C.J. Cregg: They're beating the women, Nancy.
Fic will come in a bit, I promis. I just need to stop being mad first. Or maybe get more mad. Not sure which.
Then there are things like THIS off the BBC this morning.
I'd rant but I think Sorkin summed up the rage and global dilemma better with the following.
C.J. Cregg: They beat women, Nancy. They hate women. The only reason they keep Qumari women alive is to make more Qumari men.
Nancy McNally: So what do you want me to do about it?
C.J. Cregg: How about instead of suggesting we sell the guns to them, suggesting that we shoot the guns at them. And by the way, not to change the subject, but how are we supposed to have any moral credibility when we talk about gun control and making sure that guns don't get in the hands of the wrong people? God, Nancy! What the hell are we defining as the *right* people?
Nancy McNally: This is the real world and we can't isolate our enemies.
C.J. Cregg: I know about the real world and I'm not suggesting we isolate them.
Nancy McNally: You're suggesting we eliminate them
C.J. Cregg: I have a briefing...
Nancy McNally: You're suggesting that...
C.J. Cregg: I'm not suggesting anything. I don't suggest foreign policy around here.
Nancy McNally: You are right now.
C.J. Cregg: It's the 21st Century, Nancy. The world's gotten smaller. I don't know how we can tolerate this kind of suffering anymore, particularly when all it does is continue the cycle of anti-American hatred. But that's not the point, either.
Nancy McNally: What's the point?
C.J. Cregg: The point is that apartheid was an East Hampton clambake compared to what we laughingly refer to as the life these women lead. And if we had sold M1-A1's to South Africa fifteen years ago, you'd have set the building on fire. Thank God we never needed to refuel in Johannesburg!
Nancy McNally: [nods] It's a big world, C.J. And everybody has guns, and I'm doing the best I can.
C.J. Cregg: They're beating the women, Nancy.
Fic will come in a bit, I promis. I just need to stop being mad first. Or maybe get more mad. Not sure which.