At all. As my liberal friends on Facebook have made me abundantly aware these past several weeks every time I have posted even the mildest endorsements of the candidate running against our incumbent. As my family has made clear as a condition for visiting at Thanksgiving. Talking politics in and of itself is a hot button issue. Unless, of course, you simply agree with me. Why should this be? (I know, it's me being naïve again, but here we go.) "Don't talk religion or politics except to very intimate friends," or so Lily Haxworth Wallace advised way back in 1941 in her New American Etiquette . On that count, however, I have no intimates, at least politically. Or the ones that I do have are all at the National Review . Plus Barry (hi, Barry!), my oldest friend in the world (albeit three months younger than me), and Prof. Mondo , whom I know only from the blogosphere. And maybe you, if you're reading this now. (Maybe.) But why? Why should politics of
Dear Fencing Bear,
ReplyDeleteI read this post yesterday, and the result was that I dreamed about the Baby Dragon last night :)
I was walking her on the street and in the park, but she was pulling so hard on her leash I had a hard time holding it. I do not know if there is any Freudian material in there!
Oh, definitely! The Baby Dragon is also having to practice sitting with strong emotion, in her case, the desire to chase after every rabbit and squirrel that she sees in the park. I am working on teaching her not to "bate" even as I practice taming my own falcon-heart.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Joy, your brother Chance. PS: Looking Good
ReplyDeleteHi, Chance! Happy Birthday to you, too! I got an Angry Birds Pig. What did you get?
ReplyDelete--Dragon Baby, a.k.a. Joy
Hi Dragon Baby, I got a new Bully Stick chew that I devoured immediately!
ReplyDeleteChance