Last night Oodgie and I went to an event hosted by the American Jewish World Service. It's an organization that recognizes that
lots of Jews have money it's a cultural imperative of the Jewish faith to promote justice in the world. I'm told that the Jewish community has suffered injustice from time to time over the last 4000 years, so they know a thing or two about the subject.
The venue was stunning, and Oodgie and I noshed on appetizers while trying to look remotely like we belonged with the rest of the attendees (we were guests of the ECGs). Everyone there was talking about Darfur and Laos, while I was constantly reminded of how little I even thought about the 3 billion people in the world who live on less than $2/day. Ann Curry was there, fighting against her nature to exude warmth, as was Paul Wolfowitz's doppleganger.
I challenge you to find a bigger rock star on the planet than our former president. You could tell where he was in the building by the flashbulbs and the adoring masses. People love him. One of the speakers, a South African woman who runs an AIDS hospital, was visibly twitterpated in his presence. Say what you will about his politics and personal life, but wherever he goes the man flat-out owns the room.
I'm an unapologetic Clinton fan (Bill, not Hillary...I find carpetbaggers distasteful) and would have gladly voted for him a third time if our Constitution allowed it*. He gave an hour-long speech that seamlessly meshed global statistics of population growth and poverty, the New York State Fair, Warren Buffet, charity and faith, and the heroic story of a tsunami victim who lost nine children--all without notes. He's freakishly smart, incredibly focused and energetic, and utterly dedicated to using his celebrity to make the world a better place for underprivileged of the world...a group he's quick to note vastly outnumber us.
I was really hoping to get a picture with him to splash up here and make y'all jealous, but between the sea of people crowding the sushi table and the strategically deployed Secret Service agents I had no chance. In the end, sharing a room with him was good enough for me.
* It's ironic to me that the very law that prevented Clinton from being president on 9/11 is the same one that's sparing us the catastrophic possibility of another two years of President Douchebag. I can't believe we need laws to prevent ourselves from doing something stupid...isn't that what the brain is for?