Dad was driving us back from Virginia Beach, and took a serendipity exit at Hampton Roads. He didn’t know, he claims, that there was a Hooters there, and who was I to argue? Who, indeed. Who! Who!
Were these United States not begun as a tax revolt? Was taxation without representation not a cause célèbre ~250 years ago? Are Congresses on about not binding future Congresses? So what’s the big deal here? Why is it blatantly obvious to someone in their second year of life that binding future generations with a ridiculous [...]
by Smitty Gray knit sweater, featuring spiraled cables on the sleeves, by Dad. Patterns are for wimps.
by Smitty Now, maybe I just have more skin in the game: . . .but I feel a driving need to explain to the World’s Youngest Blogger that I actively sought to keep the Republic. Sure, I could have done more, even running for office. The notion that people aren’t stepping up to the plate and [...]
by Smitty While I was out knocking doors for the Romney/Ryan campaign in Fairfax Station, Niklas went with Mrs. Other Smitty to cast her ballot:
“Pssst! Dad says it looks like #OccupyResoluteDesk is toast in about a week and a half. Why would the President be grilled bread?”
And, as for Ms. Raddatz. . .
by Smitty He’s really not ready to hit the floor with Bristol Palin yet: Here is the full cut that he was watching on the computer. Not a bad little piece of electronica:
There has been some recent wincing about over the registration of theothermccain.com. The vig was paid on time, I am informed. The Domain Name Servers (DNS) are apparently taking their own sweet time about propagating the update, so that theothermccain.com in your web browser becomes http://86.75.3.09 for your browser’s sake. I’m a teenager, now at [...]
Everybody has to have a first plane trip. At thirteen months, my teen-age self headed over to Germany to on the occasion of grandmother’s birthday. Parents being the embarrassment that they are, mom and dad neglected to tell grandma and grandpa that we were coming! When the video starts, mom was seen out the dining [...]« go back — keep looking »