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So, with the big 4th of July weekend fast approaching, I’ve been thinking about the phrase ‘proud to be an American,’ and what it means. It seems to me people use it in the same way they would say ‘God Bless the U.S.A.’ or, ‘America, love it or leave it.’ It has a very jingoistic ring to it. What is it to be proud of anything? If one accomplishes some feat of strength or passes a difficult test, it seems reasonable to be proud of that. If one makes a decision and sticks by her principles, again, a certain amount of pride (not smugness) is expected. I can think of a dozen circumstances where pride would apply, but they all have something to do with an active decision on the part of the person to do, or not do something. Since, I believe, one has no choice concerning where they were born, the ‘natural born American’ really can’t take pride in being an American. A naturalized immigrant has more use for the phrase ‘proud to be…’ because they made a decision to do something and probabl

Just got this from Jessica, who got it from a friend, and so on... To be a Republican, you have to believe that: 1. Being a drug addict is a moral failing and a crime, unless you're a conservative radio host. Then it's an illness and you need our prayers for your recovery. 2. The United States should get out of the United Nations, and our highest national priority is enforcing U.N. resolutions against Iraq. 3. Government should relax regulation of Big Business and Big Money but crack down on individuals who use marijuana to relieve the pain of illness. 4. "Standing Tall for America"; means firing your workers and moving their jobs to India. 5. A woman can't be trusted with decisions about her own body, but multi-national corporations can make decisions affecting all mankind without regulation. 6. Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Hillary Clinton. 7. The best way to improve military moral

Sprizee , in a comment on one of my posts, had this to say: "All this talk about your ass and NO PICTURE. What gives??? ;) " Mind you, I never said my ass was anything special. But I'll see if I can't get Jessica to snap a pic and I'll post it.

Dick Cheney in a Snit

So, I just put this new counter on the blog to see how many of you kids are reading my stuff. I expect to see numbers in the thousands here very soon.

What's the first thing you think about when you hear the term, "Cherry Fairies?" Leave your comments and, in a later post, I'll explain the origins of the term.

So, Jeremiah, Jessica, and I went to a BBQ at our friends Adam and Carrie’s place in West Seattle yesterday. I didn’t take any pictures although there were a few cute girls there, including of course, my sweet baby, Jessica. It was an o.k. BBQ, it was a party for one of Carrie’s friends and Adam invited the crew from ABC (where I work), but I was the only messenger to show up (much to Carrie’s relief, I’m sure). Anyway, there was this one girl there, Alyson, who said she was there specifically because she had been told, “there would be messenger guys there with nice butts.” She made me spin for her. She was pretty much on the prowl and I thought Jeremiah might have tried to hit that; she was cute enough, I’d have done her. All night long she kept talking about my ass. Jeremiah spent the evening talking to this really cute red-haired girl. She was only in town for a few days, though, and was at the party with a girlfriend. So nothing would have really happened there anyway. I tried t