Yesterday (11/22/13) was the 50th anniversary of the death of President John F. Kennedy. I was in the 2nd grade, sitting in the [top!] reading group, learning about compound words when an “older kids” teacher burst into the classroom and whispered in our beloved, grandmotherly-teacher’s ear—who then gasped, covered her mouth with her hands, and started to cry. When she was able, she gently explained to us children that the president had been shot and killed.
Just seven years out of the womb, we definitely understood that this was a terrible thing. Seeing grownups crying everywhere when we were that young shook the foundation of what we had come to know was the normal world we were born into. While I don’t recall feeling afraid, I do recall absorbing that sadness that I saw throughout the hallways and classrooms and bus-boarding area that day. I don’t remember if we were sent home from school early—I certainly don’t remember resuming the learning of compound words.
So, yesterday was a somber commemoration throughout the country. I had some thoughts about how “somber” a portion of the population actually felt, considering how polarized people are these days. And then I saw this. (I don’t always like Bill Maher, but boy does he often tell it like it is!
This is bust-a-gut hilarious! (With a lot of truth thrown in).
