There Are No Words
I take that back. I do have a few words.
Say a prayer for the Japanese. I'm not religious, so I don't pray. I do my own sending-of-good-karma-your-way kind of thing. But if you do pray, now is the time to put that energy to work.
Now I've got a message for Pat Robertson: Don't you dare say something stupid like you did when Haiti had its horrible earthquake. (And, you know, Kristi, something happened a long time ago in Haiti, and people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French. You know, Napoleon III and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the devil. They said, "We will serve you if you will get us free from the French." True story. And so, the devil said, "OK, it's a deal." And they kicked the French out. You know, the Haitians revolted and got themselves free. But ever since, they have been cursed by one thing after the other.) In other words, keep your racist, jingoistic, God-loves-me-more-than-you mouth shut. Seriously. Shut. It!!
We must all live on this planet together. Let's keep the Japanese in our thoughts.