Archive for September, 2008

Politicking

So, I guess there’s this election thing going on and everyone seems to be all up in arms about Republicans and Democrats and, my lands, people should probably take a deep breath for a minute.  I may be included in the people.  

Here’s the thing, folks.   You know how it all matters so much right now (and it does, it really really does) in a few short months there won’t be anything you can do to make it go one way or another.  It will all be over (unless, of course, we are still counting ballots one by one and checking out chads and all) and your life may or may not be monumentally impacted by legislation that may or may not ever get anywhere in Congress, but you’re still going to be related to those people you were yelling at about taxes and ear marks.  You shouldn’t be breaking up with friends over the color of their vote this fall.  It just doesn’t make good sense to let the media (biased as they all are) come between decent human beings and ravage their souls over philosophical differences.  

Take for instance how I think the government should stay the heck out of my wallet to allow me to put my money into charities and to individuals who need it.  Some of you may think that the federal government can do this just fine.  I disagree, but I get it.  I understand that you don’t want poor people to starve or go without healthcare.  It’s just that I used to be on the federal coffers as a military dependent and saw how brilliantly backwards the system was and how infrequently the help got where it should go, how many hoops were jumped through only to find greater obstacles of suckage standing in our way (and it wasn’t even the worst government program out there – not by a long shot).  

My basic understanding of our government tells me we should keep it simple, small and heavily monitored.  I want States to rule themselves well, vying for our jobs and representing us well.  I want to free teachers to be able to teach students with fervor and allow their local government, but primarily the parents, to work for the children’s good.  

I know that the fallen state of the world means that most of this is a pipe dream. As long as there are people, there will be corruption.  As long as there are humans, there will be deceit.  As long as we sit back and do nothing, evil will prevail.  I just wish we could all agree on what’s evil.  Let’s put our efforts there.

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It’s not really my story, but it sounds better in first person

I was talking to a friend of mine’s little girl the other day. I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she replied, “I want to be President!” Both of her parents are liberal Democrats and were standing there. So then I asked her, “If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?” 

She replied, “I’d give houses to all the homeless people.” 

“Wow – what a worthy goal.” I told her, “You don’t have to wait until you’re President to do that. You can come over to my house and mow, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I’ll pay you $50. Then I’ll take you over to the grocery store where this homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward a new house.” 

Since she is only 6, she thought that over for a few seconds. While her Mom glared at me, she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?” 

And I said, “Welcome to the Republican Party.”

And Now All of the Air Has Been Forced Out of My Lungs

Surgery day was this day.  This morning.  This very early morning began with a 5 am wake up and a quarter to six drive to a lovely new clean hospital with shiny faces and a toy room.  Gideon did great even with the somewhat abrupt awakening and confusing drive in the dark.

They gave him a little happy juice to mellow him out.  Let me tell you that there will be days when I will wish for a secret vial of this goodness in the future.  He was cuddly if a little clumsy and so mellow about the whole bit.  He rode around in their red wagon.  He played with a horribly annoying bus that I thought we may need to smash and an abacus that he loved.

They came back to get him and sooner than I could stuff a muffin into my mouth, they were back.  All had gone swimmingly.  He was in recovery and would come out soon.  And he did.  Whiny and upset and only really wanting Dadda.  Who could blame him?  When you wake up in a strange room wondering what just happened The Supreme Protector is the only one who can bring any comfort at all. 

When Dadda left for the office, Poppy took over the holding job and Gideon rather quickly nodded back off into the hazy land of drug induced sleep.  He woke for the car ride and the stop for breakfast (the raisin bombs in his cinnamon bagel were a huge hit) and then promptly zonked back out on the way home.  It couldn’t have gone smoother.  He couldn’t have been braver. 

But were both really tired.

Look for the rebound soon.