Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
- President Dwight D. Eisenhower

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Pat Morita

A good man, a great actor.

In an odd and sad bit of synergy, the title of this entry and the subject of it are one and the same. A friend of mine loved Pat Morita, and he has been going through a tough time already. I read a little about him from the numerous obituaries, and he really was an awesome man.

He survived spinal tuberculosis.

He survived internment.

He overcame demeaning roles.

He portrayed a character so authentically that when he tells Ralph Macchio what actually happened to his wife, I still cry.

Ok... I don't know if a discordant thought is appropriate, but I have a format, dammit. Would you really want to be a hero?

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