To quote the brilliant Oscar Hammerstein II, I have moments of cockeyed optimism. Like this morning when I went to one of my favorite Viet Nam news sites Thanh Nien News. I regularly look around at the headlines and see if there is anything new (or anything I may have missed) that would be of interest to my readers here. Well, this morning I did a simple search for "adoption" and out of 20 recent results, 11 of them were related to Angelina's adoption and the blatant intrusion and exploitation of her new son.

There was nothing about how the country's working to ensure ethical adoptions, how they're working on streamlining the process so the department of international adoptions has control (instead of the control being left at the provincial level), nothing about successful internation adoptions. Nothing. Zero. I'm just disappointed. My cockeyed optimism didn't last very long.

Nellie (from South Pacific):
When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead,
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head.

I hear the human race
Is fallin' on its face
And hasn't very far to go,
But ev'ry whippoorwill
Is sellin' me a bill,
And tellin' me it just ain't so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can't get it out of my heart!
Not this heart...

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