our little unit

my friend told his wife the other day..."i love you guys [his wife and son]. you're my unit."

me and martha haven't gotten over the fact that we have a camera and can take pictures whenever we feel like it yet. this is an august afternoon in philamazon, and lily is asleep. don't think that this was an easy shot to get.

i watched "rules of engagement" last night with sam jackson and tommy lee jones. don't bother. it's about "doing what you're told" and "passing the buck" and basic military buracracy that makes people not relate to each other like people. it was supposed to be about duty or something. ppppfffff. that was my duty.
i can't help but get sarcastic. the story was ludicris. the gov't wants to pin a "rescue mission gone bad" massacre in Yemen on decorated war hero Childres (jackson). this dude is a total badass and makes his 30 yr military career based on duty and getting the job done. stuff gets hectic and 83 yemenis get wasted.
there is basically no case against him other than the fact that there were dead people. missing security tapes and no impartial eyewitnesses make the swiss cheese case for the prosectution. we're supposed to believe that it's an impossible case for tlj, a drukard, divorcee who is also a close friend to samuel L.
the only realistic thing about the movie is that they have no case against the black guy except some white guy's agenda to pin it on him and hang him out to dry . nobody in the movie said anything about that.

j