Awesome Sex

Dear Daughter hit a nerve because it is exactly how I feel, and I’d lately seen too much of the dad with shotgun meme. We always had a saying for how we treated our kids: they’re little, not stupid. For the shotgun parents I would say: they’re people, not property.

I would also caution any young person not to be me, and any family member or peer not to do what was done to me. Not even entirely sure how, but I came to feel in my bones that sex was evil and I was vile for wanting it, and more so, that nobody would ever be interested in me romantically. I “learned” that girls are completely disinterested in sex, that there is something deeply wrong with me for expecting them to allow me (but not necessarily other guys, maybe, sometimes) to have it with them, and that they are in total, complete control, doling it out as a gift on impossible to comprehend whims.

And I wasn’t even raised Baptist, or even Catholic. Though I did fall under the influence of a messed up Baptist girl along the way.

So it was that I all but didn’t date, reached 42 expecting I never would date, marry, have sex, or have kids. This was overcome by blogging. Once I became sure I’d never marry or have kids, I did, but to more of a best friend than a romantic partner, and detrimentally without having experience what is out there and how to navigate alien relations. I once saw relations between the sexes compared to practice for relations between completely alien species.

While I would not advise becoming a parent at 15, I would certainly advise my kids to LIVE. I feel like I didn’t live for decades, and continue to have sort of a half life due to my reticence that is so hard to shake. With more than a touch of resentment at all I presumably missed. I was and am completely convinced that if we broke up, I would not date and would be single for the rest of my life. Not blind, of course. Never blind. In my head I’m a teenager or twenty-something, still trying to figure things out. As well if I did not notice the young and attractive who are only my age in my mind, because that just makes me sad and disappointed at what I missed.

So go, enjoy, live life, have experiences, be bold. Yes, be aware of cautions and consequences, but be a human.

Talking About Basic Nonsense

The often sensible if excessively socially conservative John Hawkins has a bizarre piece at that I just can’t resist going through. It’s long, twenty points, and that may be part of its problem. When you’re trying to come up with that much in the face of a deadline…

(Update: I will update this when I have a chance, to show the gist of each original point, so it will not be imperative to read the original to make sense of this. OK, paraphrase, condensed version or copy of point being addressed is indented above each numbered response.)

People who wish to change sexes should see a shrink. Apparently rather than being allowed to, on a reread of the source.

1. People who wish to change genders were not, last I knew, allowed to do so without the advice of a psychologist. That doesn’t mean it’s good advice. That doesn’t mean there isn’t an industry of enablers, as might also be the case with convincing people they have conditions that allow them not to work, or never to grow up, or to live as professionally needful whiners. “OMG I am crazy and always wanted to be a girl” is no excuse for not having a life and taking some responsibility. Nor is it anyone’s business if you want to invert or extend your parts, even if you will never look feminine, or masculine, so long as you are not a societal leech. You have the right to do it. Others have the right to mock it. Nobody but you has any obligation to pay for it, or your general support.

“Most people who remain poor over the long haul in America stay that way because of their own poor life choices.”

2. That sounds like something one of the Lucky Few Generation might believe, having hit everything just right. It sure helps to make good decisions, but conservatives who dismiss timing and luck as factors and are holier than thou just come acorss as low-credibility cretins. It also helps to learn the skills and principles associated with success and good decisions, which makes parenting a rather overlooked factor.

“Most black Americans are good and decent people, but percentage wise there are more black Americans in jail because percentage wise, black Americans commit a lot more crimes than white Americans.”

3. Maybe. Or maybe the pointless drug war goes after them disproportionately. Driving while black? How about toking while black. In any event, most blacks are good and decent people, some of the best, so no disagreement there. It is unfortunate that the fascist left since FDR has used them as a permanent underclass to gain and maintain power, though I perceive that to be eroding. For that matter, referring back to item 2, poor is the new black.

“As often as not in America, the people claiming to be “victims” are the real bullies and they don’t deserve anyone’s sympathy.”

4. No real comment here, since it only purports to be common, not absolute, and strikes me as true enough. There is an element of bludgeoning the rest of us with need, with a claim to being maligned if the sense of entitlement is denied.

Politicians are shameless liars because people vote what they want to hear, not truths.

5. An actual truth, as I perceive it, though given enough chance and impetus, voters might just surprise you.

We owe less to illegal aliens even than to foreign nationals, because they broke the law.

6. Essentially correct, if you operate on the basis of closed borders, and even if you subscribe to the “two hands, one mouth” theory of what immigrants, legal or not, bring. Since Mexico has an economy and we don’t, these days, it’s less of an issue, and it’s not an inverse issue, since Americans are less inclined to leave their family and walk a thousand miles in search of work most people wouldn’t want to do, out of desparation. Or they could stay home and make good life choices!

“Life begins at conception and having an abortion is no morally different than strangling your baby in the crib.”

7. Do we really want to go there? Having kids made me both more willing to accept abortion, and more appreciative of the little parasites developing to the point of intelligence and personality at some point while still in the womb. Until they are viably separate enough to be raised by someone not the biological mother, though, they are indeed parasites, and about as welcome as illegal aliens are to some folks.

“Most liberals aren’t patriotic and they don’t love their country.”

8. Maybe. Not all, but I certainly know some. Yet they would be first to have the schools use instilled patriotism as doublespeak indoctrination and a mind control tool. (Added thoughts…) It is far more important to love freedom than a given country. The same might be said of hardcore libertarians, who are loyal to positive principles more than to place or political status quo.

Avoid civilian casualties but ultimately lives of our soldiers rank higher.

9. Damn straight. Except we should not be involved in conflicts that make civilian foreign casualties a factor without incredibly good reason, none of which currently exist, even if they did in the last dozen years.

Ignorant, ill-informed rabble shouldn’t vote.

10. Arguably, perhaps, but the same sort of class superiority that makes you look down on the poor, and gives you more in common with the left than with real people. This statement is up there with “if you didn’t vote, you lost the right to complain,” which is one of the most shallowly ignorant sentiments I’ve seen. It never fails to make me see red. So are you going to be the one to decide, Mr. Dictator-in-Waiting? That’s where the sentiment leads.

“The only practical way to make peace between the Israelis and Palestinians is for the Israelis to transfer the Palestinians and take their land.”

11. Ah, Israel. Land that leftist American Jews refuse to support, at least as indicated by voting patterns, if not universally otherwise. Israel, and its annexed lands that the owning countries gave up on and didn’t want the residents back from. The ones who are Jordanians or whatever, but call themselves “Palestinians.” Yeah, keep the land. Evict the people. Even though Arabs live peacefully in Israel proper, and it’s probably the best place for them to be in the greater Middle East and Persia. A friend once told me, probably about 1978, that the solution would be for Israel to become an American state. Never happen, but amusing idea that’s never lost its charm for me.

This is a christian nation dammit!

12. This is a nation of religious freedom and open arms, which has something of a Judeo-Christian tone without being overtly religious. I wouldn’t say that makes it a “Christian nation” with “Christian principles.” I consider those who keep harping otherwise to be somewhere between looney and dangerous. Nor is the presence of “in God we trust” or a national Christmas tree worthy of concern to your average atheist, agnositic or pagan. Especially the latter to the latter, since it’s pagan borrowing.

“Men are just generally better at some things than women, just as women are just generally better at some things than men are.”

13. The most accurate thing yet. Men and women. We are not the same. Nobody is saying women should stay barefoot and pregnant, simply by observing reality. Duh.

Racism was once big deal, now a tool of phonies et al.

14. Another accurate item! “Racism” of late has become a cudgel, even as it’s fading away to nothing in reality.

“Long term, the only way our country can pay its bills is by asking everyone who’s not dirt poor to pay as much in taxes to the government as they’re given in services if they want to continue to receive those services.”

15. And hey, why not make the dirt poor pay and pay too, since that’ll teach ‘em not to make bad decisions. But seriously, this is too brief to be analyzed well, though it’s on the right track. Except… at this point, even that is not going to be enough to pay the bills, assuming we’re not talking about repudiating some or all the national debt that cannot ever be repaid without an explosion of productivity and fiscal sanity. Which, yes, would include people paying for services or not getting them. The more of them privately provided and not within the government sphere at all, the better.

Mother and father better at raising children than singles, gradparents or gay parents.

16. Two parental units are always better than one, unless that “village” is awfully responsive, and not too busy helping with someone else’s much older kids who are far more able to take care of themselves than yours. But… they can’t be gay parents? Seriously? Are you a fucktard? An asshat? Or grandparents?! What’s this, ageism? Does this apply to parents who are old enough to be grandparents? Why mess with the point of “single parents have it harder and are less likely to have great results” by bringing in extraneous prejudices?

Boy Scouts can’t survuve gay scoutmasters because lust trumps all, gay male to young male just as straight to young female.

17. But it’s OK to have a lesbian Girl Scout leader alone with your daughter? I know! Let’s make all Boy Scout leaders lesbians, and all Girl Scout leaders gay men. Problem solved! Or we could try our best simply to have responsible, trustworthy adults who are good examples and would protect and defend but never harm their charges. Naw, never work.

Homeless = mentally ill. Contain or help them in spite of themselves.

18. I missed this one on my original reading, perhaps because my head was spinning with WTF by this point. Not actually out of line, since the homeless problem originated with Reagan’s well-intentioned reduction of the former system for handling the mentally ill. On the other hand, where do we stop with the involuntary “help,” and ho decides “mentally ill”? Didn’t the Soviets used to lock up their “mentally ill”? When I was a kid, this was the stuff of nightmares for me.

“If you have good character, you should feel ashamed of taking food stamps, taking welfare, or being on a school lunch program.”

19. I daresay most people are, but it’s bad when that deters you from bothering at all. Further, what is meant by “school lunch program”? In our town, school lunches are $2.50 and do not serve $2.50 worth of food, and yet it has always been my understanding that even this is subsidized, which is why the feds exert so much control over it and have made it so kids throw so much away as unpalatable. If you are poor for your family size, actually the same guideline as SNAP (food stamps), school lunch is 40 cents, while milk alone is 50 cents either way. That is actually a worthwhile discount, since it costs us somewhat more than that to make a lunch. However, we make lunches half or more of the time, since so much of it is food the kids won’t eat, or can’t due to allergies. As far as I have ever been able to determine, free lunch only goes to kids whose parents are on food stamps. Ironic, since we would qualify, and could use the little bit it would provide, but I gave up on applying after the local food stamp office blacklisted me for rudely expecting them to respond to a renewal application after the one year we received benefits. Luckily, the year we most needed it. Of course, we probably made bad decisions that made us poor, which probably means we have bad character, so why would we have any shame? Glad you feel so superior.

Most immigrants should be well-educated Europeans, not losers from rest of world.

20. Racist! Well, maybe not, but think about it… doesn’t that sound like it? Except it’s not that so much as classism, which has been what much of the list was about.


I was thinking about backpacks just the other day. My three kids all had to have them to start kindergarten. It’s required. I already knew that they were pretty much ubiquitous these days, but…

I was in school until 1979, and never once had a backpack. Not even in high school. Nor did other people, at least not enough for me to notice. Books and such were carried in your arms. It was awkward, inconvenient, even sometimes painful, but at least during school there were lockers, and generally not everything had to come home overnight. Yet I am no sure how we managed without them.

College was different. While I didn’t start college until 1982, they’d long been a given in that environment. I may not have known that until contemporaries started college in 1978 and 1979, but by the time it was my turn, I knew to head to the store and spend $30 (in 1982 dollars! For one far less good than my kids have for much less!) in anticipation of the backbreaking load of books I would have to cart around.

Funny how that works, seeing the same topic addressed right after I’ve pondered it myself.

Donuts Can Be Deadly

I was thinking again about the whole part time schedule that precludes babysitting versus full time that requires it, and the costs associated with a modest amount of extra money. If I were to make 25k more, but need after school and full time summer care, that’s half-ish of the difference off the top. It would increase our tax burden, and that could be a quarter or more of the difference. The difference in school lunches comes to something like 2% of the difference. Health costs might be neutral, if benefits are supplied. There would be immediate need for a car purchase, and costs like as would increase. Depending on exact details, there would likely be more convenience purchases of food, if not necessitated by then at least lubricating the new arrangement. That’s just off the top of my head.

The more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds to give in and be a writer, and perhaps do other things that intrigue me, not staving off all added costs forever, but smoothing it out. The heart thing has me thinking more about living the time that remains, rather than sleepwalking it. Not in an abandon all obligations and pursue a mad dash through a bucket list sort of way, but in a care a lot less what people think and what I believe is expected or allowed.


Eight year old daughter and libertarian-in-training: “Why do we have to say the pledge of allegiance at school every day?”

Me: “Because they’re communists.”

Daughter: “Commu-WHAT!?”

Me: *Laughs* “Communists.”

Daughter: “What’s a communist?”

Me: “It’d take too long to explain. Let’s just say the pledge is a form of indoctrination.”

* Or: Fun with hyperbole, just wish it were more hyperbole and less close to reality.


For some reason, typing “Monday” lodged ELO’s The Diary of Horace Wimp in my head. It always felt applicable to me, and oddly still does. Seems to oversimplify things a bit. Even after I managed the key part in an odd sort of way, I failed totally on the ironic “life” part at the end. Anyway, not what the post was about, though it’d do, since the main point was to post something rather than nothing, given stuff I have to do the rest of today.

Monday is the day I put my pills for a week into my AM/PM pill holder. One in the PM, five in the AM to take with food, and there is one that doesn’t go with the rest, which I have to take half an hour before eating. Just to keep things even more exciting. If I were taking the vitamin D supplements I was supposed to and never got around to buying, that’d be one more.

At least Colcrys, for gout attacks like they one I am having and trying to get by without nuking, is three pills and done, within a 24 hour period. Funny for something that’s been known effective since about 550 AD to be $17 for three pills and not covered by the insurance that covers most of the cost of the other drugs.

If I get a chance later today, I’ll go back to reposting old stuff. I’m on a major set of them that all relate, several posts, and with dead links it has been interesting. When done, I’ll post a link collection and updated thoughts, which tie into Obamacare. Since we kind of cut off the old content by moving it, that gets some of the best of it where it’s easier to find anew and adds activity here, which is one of my jobs of the moment.

We have Comcast coming this afternoon – very promptly – because the do it yourself kit to fire up their service so we can cancel Verizon FiOS was not effective given the lack of signal coming through the wire into the building that was last used somewhere over seven years ago. I will be trying to make the place less messy before then. They probably see it all, but it embarrasses me, hard as it is to keep up with three kids, given our reluctance as housekeepers and distraction by other things. I like cleaning best when nobody is home at all, which brings it down to 2-3 days a week and a few hours of a couple others, during some of which I generally need to make up for sleep I don’t get at night. This week should be interesting, because we have a twice per year increase in volume of as much as 100% that is from one company. That’ll mean some days probably starting at 2 AM instead of 3 AM (we’re winging it tomorrow morning because no idea what volume will be the first day), and working as late as 11 AM. Which is possible, now that the kids are all in school! They didn’t like it much when I had to leave by a certain time some days the last couple times this happened. Though it’s still predicated on the spare car continuing to work.

On that note, coffee gone, breakfast finished, pills taken, delays exhausted, time to get on with the day. Shower, laundry while I clean, and of course cleaning. Hoping the cable modem can be setup in the living room and doesn’t have to go in my room, which is hoarder-like and has the cable buried behind furniture in a corner. That also is logistically better, even though the cable modem would be safer in my room. I’ll miss FiOS, but not the $70 a month we will save, and Verizon’s refusal to let us save money by eliminating our phone service and going internet-only, and Verizon’s prices going inexplicably up and up. It’s a great way to thank your long-time customers for their loyalty. Thirteen years, most of it with DSL or FiOS.

Outdoor Classroom

The elementary school attended by the older kids has a new “outdoor classroom” this year. While there’s probably some Gaia worship and being Environmentally Correct involved, it boils down to teaching kids about gardening. Sort of a miniature vo-ag program. They are learning about composting, for instance, which may be environmentalism, but it’s not extremism, and was something done when I was a kid and before, like, forever.

It occured to me that this is timely. If things crash to that degree, they could use the knowledge toward growing food. I like practical education. That is, if there’s time enough before it crashes, and of it doesn’t crash too hard even for that to matter. I’ve had a potentially lengthy post brewing in my mind about just what a crash might look like, and how socio-infrastructure inelasticity would have to affect it. (I love coining terms. Makes me feel like the Bernanke of phrasing, only not dangerous.)

Chances are that a crash won’t be so great as to mean mass death and destruction, unless there is a coup, which I started thinking about as a possibility a while back. Didn’t want to mention it aloud, since I remember how insane people sounded when they were frantic that Bush was going to cancel the election and stay in office. That would never have happened, since for all his faults, he is honorable and not that level of power hungry. Then I started seeing others mention it, including one detailed analysis of how it might go if Obama tried it. Right, Google exists! I think I read this one, which still sounded like it might be a bit over the top. Remembering that it said “Barack Obama is, unfortunately for America, a profoundly stupid man” made it easier to find with a search.

Anyway, I was a vo-ag student in high school, and I grew up about as close to farming as is possible without growing up on a farm. It makes me happy to have my kids learning something about one of my first strong interests/career aspirations. We had chickens. When I was very young we had ducks. I spread tons of manure from cows, horses and chickens. I helped plant, weed, and harvest vegetables. There was always a compost pile, if not any as intently managed and harvested as is possible. We did dig fresh soil from the the fully composted parts, but mostly it was a place to dispose of garbage and yard waste. It’s sad to live in a yard that, apart from being not ours, has no space for that. The closest I’ve come is pulling weeds from the flower bed in the front and leaving them to die and disintegrate as a sort of mulch on a bare area of my tiny adjacent herb garden.

I should take a cue from the school and my worries, and make even greater efforts to teach the kids the practical. Not just as a side note, like showing them how to build a fire when we were camping, and explaining the need for air flow. Or telling my son in passing yesterday how starting a fire by rubbing sticks together really works, since he picked that notion up somewhere. When my oldest was very young, as young as 3-4, I would give her pointers on what to do if she was trapped out in the cold, or lost. I sometimes have shown them what they can or cannot eat from “the wild.” They need more of that, alongside things like handling money, and the instilling of ideals. But I digress.

Teaching a Four Year Old Relativity

This is funny.

I must say, I did a bit better teaching a bit of cosmology to a rapt seven year old, when she asked about the edge of space. Better still with the entire history of the causes and results of the Civil War, slavery and the civil rights movement in about ten minutes or so of lecture mode, prompted by a question on it by the six year old, who then left while I discussed it with the seven year old. Also did a pretty good job of explaining what money and value are, though that’s an ongoing lesson.

Party Time

Took the five year old to a classmate’s birthday party at a skating rink/fun center today. He’d certainly never been skating, and I’d not gone since I was a kid. My father skated all the time, and we’d go with him sometimes. For him it even went as far as roller skating dance competitions. There were rinks everywhere, then. Along the line, most of them disappeared. Was it because of the advent of rollerblades? Anyway…

We walked in and he went all shy, and was taken aback by the blaring music. Which was, in my opinion, a fair bit too loud, and nothing I’d have chosen to listen to myself. He refused to try skating, which would have been easy because they had nifty 3-wheeled supports for kids to use while learning. Plus almost everyone skating was around his age. He turned 5 in August, young for his kindergarten class, while the girl whose birthday it was turned 6 this week, old for her class. Not many were older kids.

He hid behind me when the classmate’s dad introduced himself. We spent most of the time there sitting in one spot at a table, where he ate fries, since he still can’t (as far as we know, and at any rate won’t) eat pizza (dairy allergy in the process of fading), which was what was being served. Everyone else went back to skating or the arcade. He kept eating fries and refusing to try skating. He refused to sit at the table with the other kids for the food. He then refused to sit at the table with the other kids to sing happy birthday and have cake. He refused to try the cake, except a tiny taste of frosting from my piece.

Eventually, not that long before the end, when few people were in the arcade, he was willing to go try games. Turned out a lot of them were broken or had issues. Air hockey lacked pucks. Ms. Pac Man had a screen too dim to see. The claw crane for stuffed animals game didn’t work right, in the form of running for a matter of a couple seconds and only moving side to side, not back to front. He had the most fun riding a little 4-horse carousel.

They were announcing the end of the party, having people turn in their free skates, and after that, when it was time to leave, he points at the rink, wanting to try that. Doh! I told him it was time to leave, that we weren’t going to pay to rent skates now, and he should have gotten comfortable sooner. I suspect it helped that there were just two people skating at that point.

I’m not sure even his shy and overly emotional older sister, the middle child and 6 year old, has exhibited that much shyness. She’d have sat with the other kids and maybe even been forward with them. Or at least she’d have gotten past it sooner. Oh well. And he’s so charming! Other kids seem crazy about him. Much like me at the same age, when I was possibly just as shy, unless I was in the right element. I lost the charming more than the shyness. Though I managed to charm the nurses in the hospital a couple weeks ago, which made me think that if I’d had that in me when I was younger and it mattered, I’d be talking about the antics of adult children and even grandchildren now, not children in kindergarten, first and second grades.

I Love My Kids

And I am not “a mom,” but I can totally understand this (up to the point I’ve read, but I know I’m gonna link it when I’m done, and I don’t have time to read the rest now, so why not bookmark it here for myself now… and for our many readers… oh wait). My oldest was not unwanted, but sure wasn’t wanted YET. She’s still impatient. Having kids is a huge opportunity cost, even more than a cash cost. It doesn’t help when we have a society that encourages helicopterism, and wants kids bundled in proverbial bubble wrap lest there be risk or the taking of chances. The environmentalists want nobody to drive an SUV or large car. The for-the-childrenists force us to swaddle them in child seats ad nauseum, requiring an SUV or large car if you dare be fertile. It’s crazy.

School Lunch Madness

On another school-related note, I am not surprised that there is a parody video regarding the worst first lady ever‘s pet school lunch policy. We’ve watched the school lunches go downhill since our second grader started kindergarten, becoming less likely to be eaten. If your kid won’t buy what they’re serving and takes lunch, well, I suppose that’s a form of freedom from nutritional oppression. Not to mention that if you’re paying full price the meals are overpriced. There have been complaints, albeit not universal, that this school year the meals are smaller and kids are coming home hungrier. Our kids get home about 3:45 PM. Some families are eating supper at 4:00 – 4:30 as a defense against the kids being snack locusts (more than normal) when they get home. Ours almost always wanted to snack on arriving home, but it seems a bit more extreme. Not a lot, but I haven’t correlated that to whether they have bought or brought, what and when their snack was, or whether they (allowed in the elementary school but not kindergarten) bought a snack or ice cream (available 2 days a week) in addition to lunch.

When I saw the policy requiring kids to take a fruit or veggie, I had images of trash cans filled with wasted food. Those poor starving kids in China! Er… or wherever, these days.

Speaking of the Bus Stop

The three kids are in consecutive grades, with the youngest now in kindergarten For the prior two years, the only people designated for the bus stop on this street were in this building, so we were able to get the bus immediately across the street. That was handy for being able to wait on the porch in weather, and for not having to walk any distance or be out sooner rather than later. It was a bit surprising to hit this year and discover that there were 5-6 other kindergarten kids on our street and around the corner.

Anyway,on top of what she said, there is also the matter of smoking. These parents who are so apparently helicoptery to their precious little kindergarteners (and older siblings), walking them right to the bus door for a long good-bye (and panicking because the older ones have to walk the half mile to the elementary school… can’t have free range kid practice in this dreadfully dangerous semi-rural town donchaknow), most of them smoke. Around their kids and around other people. At the bus stop. I found myself trying not to cough from it yesterday and thinking that I’d be an asshole to complain, because I hate to be That Person. It’s outdoors, after all. At the same time, my heart sank, imagining this Alll Year Long.

At least it’s transient, not like having someone on the first floor smoking all winter when the first and second floor apartments irreparably share air space. Still… Ugh.

Another adventure in modern parenting:

There was a big windstorm last night, followed by heavy rain. I believe there were supposed to be some actual thunderstorms somewhere along the line, but I seem to have missed them in my sleep.

So when H and I got to the bus stop this morning, there were, under one of the trees, a bunch of little branches. These were the perfect size: a yard or so long, with side branches and a thin tip that could be snapped off for a good sword fight. I picked one of them up, and then realized that I was off to the side of a crowd of other parents and their children. And I stopped.

I didn’t know if I would become *that* parent and make my kid into *that* child if I went down that route.

Now, I don’t know the other parents out there. To be honest, I’m not much of a talker first thing in the morning, and I have the feeling watching them that the only thing we have in common are kids in the same school. H seems entirely uninterested in playing with the other kids, and seeing as I’ve never seen one of them do anything other than stand by a parent and wait, I can see why. The little boy that my daughters rode the bus with ran and played with them before school, and we frequently had to herd all of them back to the stop when we saw the bus.

I had the feeling that with this group of parents, who still walk their kids all the way up to the door of the bus every day and stand and wave as it pulls away, using soaking wet sticks as swords might seem more than a little inappropriate. And yes, I wondered what the hell has become of the world that I had to stop and actually think about this.

The bus came before I had made up my mind completely, and it’s probably a good thing that it did. After all, while I was thinking I was also snapping twigs off of my sword-to-be.

Hopey Changey Stuff at the Local VFW

On Saturday, Deb took the kids to a craft fair at the local VFW. One of the vendors was (or had buttons made by) Sutton Button. For the kids, they had make/color your own buttons, which was very cool.

Cooler still was this one, lifted right from Instapundit, which she just had to buy to show me (click the picture for a larger version):

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I might make much of this being Massachusetts, but the vendor did have both sides (all sides? wonder if there were any for Gary Johnson) represented. Still, someone obviously reads Glenn Reynolds, and this is an especially red/purple part of the state.

Indeed, last week my second grader came home from school and did a cheer, like a cheerleader might do, for Mitt Romney, then told me that was telling me who I should vote for. That did surprise me, despite it being this part of the state.