There have been two posts floating around in my head and neither one is complete, or honestly that good, so how about I throw them together and see what happens.  It could not be worse than telling you about the fluctuations of our temporal thermometer.

I am officially all about facebook now.  I can totally see the appeal.  It is the voyeurism of reality television only with that person you met once at that thing or your mother’s second cousin once removed’s preacher instead of a total stranger!   The thing about facebook is you learn details about people that you never would have known if not for that easy friend button.   What have I learned?  Every single boy I was attracted to as a teenager up until this jerk was a homosexual!   Really.  Fine.  I am glad they are happy and being themselves.  I don’t think a person’s sex life has anything to do with their worth.   I judge that on how much money they have.  Kidding!  Good grief.

What I want to know is what it was about 13-16 year old me that made those boys want to date me?  Hmm.  Was I nice or gullible or accepting or what?  I refuse to believe it was because I had any masculine features.  I was/am a girly girl and had breasts out of the womb (or at least fifth grade).  Why was I attracted to them?  Well, they were cute and kind and I hated jocks.  Feel free to look into your crystal ball and explain it to me.  (disclaimer:  I hope those previous two paragraphs did not come across as rude, or judgmental.  I am pretty open minded, yet ignorant, all at the same time.)

Next up in the I am barely lucid strep screed I have going on today, guns.  Specifically, guns in your house.   I am a Republican.  Surely you already knew this.  More specifically I am a Constitutional Conservative.   This means that I am A-Ok with you and your gun.  Use it to kill yourself  a baby seal for its coat or to rid your house of a bad guy or show it to your friends to make your penis feel bigger.  Whatever. I really don’t care.   BUT.  There are no guns in my house.  There are two reasons, both of which I have been struggling with, and my husband would appreciate your telling me to get over both of them, because he wants a handgun.

Reason one:  The Husband does not hunt.  He has no need to brag to his friends.  The only reason we would have one would be a protection type thing.  That and to piss off our hippie friends.  Fine, so we would have a gun for “protection”.  We also have a very smart and curious son.  One who is already obsessed with guns, which he knows about only from playing with his friends.  We, of course, would have a very good safe and trigger lock.  So how is a gun that is locked up tighter than Fort Knox going to protect you when there is a bad guy in your house?  How can one both keep kids safe and also have easy access when needed? (note:  We live in a very safe and quiet community–this alleged bad guy in the house is quite a stretch.)

Reason two:  People go crazy.  I could go crazy.  My Husband could go crazy.  Anything could happen.  We both have people in our families that have been totally nutso and it could happen….do I really want easy access to a gun IF….. ( did you see the BIG IF there?).  I guess that is a crazy worry, but I can’t get it out of my head.  For example, there was a gun in the apartment when this happened.  Maybe that is what is really causing this stupid worry–which I know is not fair to my husband, the kindest, sweetest person on the planet,  but a worry is a worry and the thought of a gun in my house makes me feel icky.   Thoughts?

I was in love with him.  I wanted to be with him at all times.  Lordy, was I ever attracted to him.  I trusted him to not hurt me, but I still wanted to be in control.  I still was counting on taking care of myself, with my parents as a fall back.   I’m not sure I even knew HOW to really respect him.

You know that I was an awesome student, right? Well, if I were to write a mid-term paper on what I have learned in the class of love I would say there are two reasons we have a stronger marriage today than we did seven years ago.  1.  When we got married we promised to have faith that God had put us together, and that he would continue to use us for his good. 2.  We are both hard workers.  You see that is one of the most important thing I have gained from this man–love takes work.

It is one of the beautiful truths of life; loving each other in action–what we do and say–produces romance.  Everything in American culture teaches the opposite, that romance turns into love–but that is simply wrong.  Love is a choice and we choose how we’re going to treat our spouses in the good –and in the not-so-good–times.

My husband has taught me that the reality is an enduring, loving, thriving marriage can be built by simply changing how we interact with our spouse.

My husband has shown me that a modicum of kindness, selflessness, and respect goes a very long way.

My advice to newlyweds would be to accept the fact that your spouse isn’t perfect and then start taking notice of all the good.  Focusing on the good allows you to sort of train your mind to be grateful for who they are–which is so much better than feeling disappointed about who they are not.  Then TELL HIM (or her).  Tell him thank you for being a wonderful provider, tell him that he makes the world’s best grilled cheese, tell him that his short cut really was faster, remind him that you love the way they look with crazy David Bowie hair first thing in the morning, tell him he is an amazing father, and tell the whole world that YOU LOVE HIM.

Now I trust my life to this man–mine and our child’s.  Now I know that he will do everything in his power to take care of and provide for his family.  I respect his decisions and am learning to accept that sometimes because he says so is a good enough reason.   I am honored to be his wife.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

In November a good friend of mine from church told me about five dogs and two cats who were living across the street from her in horrible conditions at the home of a mutual acquaintance.   This acquaintance was not, is not, a bad person, however she is the single mom of three children, and has a long history of getting puppies and then getting rid of them once they are no longer cute.  She works very hard, very long hours, away from home, and all of her animals were neglected.  There is just not a nice way to say that, good person or not, these animals were neglected.   One of these dogs was Ellie-Mae.

It had been exactly three years since Polly died.  My sweet, funny, ridiculous little Polly.  We remained a family with just one dog because I knew we could not replace Polly.  I have no idea what possessed me to call this acquaintance and offer to take one of the dogs off her overworked hands, but I did.  I did it without even talking to The Husband first, something I never do.

The first time I saw Ellie she was covered in long matted hair which was soaked in urine and had dried feces all over her.  She had been kept in a crate all the time, and had never been taught even the basics of house training.   She thought her crate was where she should sleep, eat, and poop.   She possessed zero social skills, did not like to cuddle, or play with people.   She was woefully underweight.   I loaded her in the Huckablazer, begrudgingly took the beyond nasty crate, and headed for home.   It took three baths before we could even stand for her to be in the house, and I had her shaved the very next morning–helping the smell, but not the ribs sticking out.   A trip later in the day to the vet revealed a host of infections, all caused by neglect.  She weighed less than four pounds.

It took hundreds of dollars worth of vet bills and medication to get her well, but we did it anyway.  We all wanted this little dog to be part of our family.  We fed her, and fed her, and fed her.  We tried to play with her, but while she loved to play in the backyard with Katydid, she never really took to any of us.  We had her spayed to ensure she would never have to go through what her puppymill mother did.  We tried every trick for house breaking her, all except for the crate  she was so afraid of.   We patiently reminded ourselves she was just a puppy as we cleaned up accident after accident.  We rolled up our rugs confident we could put them back down when she was older.

I went back to the vet a couple of months ago, at the end of my rope with Ellie.  She was pulling toys out of toy baskets to destroy.  She barked all the time.  She was resistant to all house breaking attempts.  He told me that she missed out on very important socialization as a little puppy, that she was an inbred puppymill dog, and that our only hope might be to permanently medicate her.   Permanently medicate her!  So she would be lethargic, and miserable all the time.   We went to PetSmart and bought a pen for inside instead. I would take her on long walks to get her energy out, but she never got the hang of walking on a leash.   We left her outside to play as much as possible during the day, and at night tried to get her to bond with us, and then put her in her pen to sleep. The one the son is pretending to be a dog in at the top of the screen.

This worked for about a week, then she figured out how to escape, and was causing havoc all night long.  We bought tons of high energy dog toys for her to chew on and entertain her. None of us were sleeping.  Then The Husband devised a plan involving kitchen chairs, and long pieces of cardboard to try and keep her in the pen.  It did not work either,  she was not as stupid as everyone thought–but she was wild.  Before The Son and I went to New York, I picked up every single toy, every single anything which Ellie could destroy.   At night while The Husband was sleeping, she escaped and climbed onto The Son’s train table and killed a few of Thomas’ friends.  She got into the entry way, knocked over the basket of shoes and ate The Husband’s father’s day present.   The Husband called the next day REALLY angry.

This dog was causing my little family a lot of grief, a lot of money, and a lot of energy.   Everyone told me to just get rid of her.  EVERYONE.  But I really struggled because I have always said that pets are for life!  That you do not get a pet and then abandon it when the going gets rough, that pets are hard work and if you are not willing to put in the sweat equity, then you do not deserve a pet.  I thought back to how judge-y I was when Shoeshe had to find a new home for one of her dogs, how I thought she gave in too soon.  I remembered how I felt when I heard of families giving away animals when they moved because new apartments did not allow pets.  I still believe all of those things!  However I seem to have learned a lesson this year that at some point the quality of life for the people in your house is more important than the quality of life for the animals–and sometimes the hurts that happen early in an animals life are too big for the average pet owner to fix.

I get it now.   Shoeshe, I am sorry.  You did the right thing with Gracie.  She was not a good fit for you, and Ellie was not a good fit for us.  We fought the good fight.  We tried, we really, really did, but Ellie needed more than we could give her.  She needed a professional.   I hope the home I picked for her is as wonderful as I was told. I am still worried, and still feel horribly, horribly guilty-but I have not had to wipe up a pee spot in three days, and not a single shoe or toy has been destroyed, and that does feel pretty good.

Well the print version anyway, this is from Similac’s website.

You probably already know how I feel about formula in general; but really, could someone please tell me what Ty Pennington has to do with baby formula?  Nothing.  He just is greedy and takes any endorsement deal he can get. I am adding this to the official, “Why I can’t stand Gary Tygert Pennington” list.  I can just tell that you are dying  to know the rest of the list.  No?  Well sorry, this is all I have for you today.

1. Look at him:

This guy is 44 years old.  He has a not quite soul patch, not quite chinapillar.   He has said he goes to a spray tanning booth when he is not shooting, his hair…well, just look at it!  He is 44! I do like this jacket though, for me not The Husband.

2.  I met him once and he was a total egomaniac.  He was going from desk to desk signing autographs at our office.  I just shook his hand, and he seemed surprised I did not want him to sign my cell phone.   I was surprised because he was much shorter than he looked on TV, and his girlfriend just followed him around handing him sharpies, not talking and had an identical haircut.

3.  Speaking of his girlfriend, he cheated on Drea Bock, his girlfriend/manager of 11 years, with a stripper.  Ew.  I guess next he will be endorsing herpes medication.

4.  Even though he is more than capable of hiring a cab, he was arrested and convicted of DUI.  He apologized and Disney (who owns ABC, Extreme Home Makeover, and Ty) glossed over the whole affair.

5.  He is an endorsement whore.  Besides being Similac’s spokesperson (even though he has no kids! Nor any medical background to compare formula to breastmilk! Or a uterus!),he has also endorsed the ADHD medication Adderal (which he also takes ((which, by the way,  should not be mixed with alcohol)), the now defunct Furniture Unlimited, cell phones, Bayer aspirin, and of course Sears.  There may be more, but these are the only ones I could find.

6.  As we saw many times on Trading Spaces, and now on Extreme Home Makeover, his taste is marginal at best.  Look at his bedding line if you doubt me.  Do you know what he calls his “style” ( I am using that term loosely obviously)? Creativi-TY and sTYle.  Gag.

7.  He gets published when there are so many awesome writers who have to try for years to be read by a publisher.   He has written three books and now has a quarterly magazine.  How can you write that much about platform beds and mdf?

8. He is tacky.  He was asked to tone down all of the double entendres in a caulking chapter, and every book has a picture of him nude in the shower.

9.  Lastly, and this is more a negative of ABC than Ty, but he should know better, an Extreme Home Makeover makeover will add thousands of dollars in new taxes to the new homes they build—which, in all likelihood, the owners can’t afford.  They capitalize on an easy tear jerker, without considering the social consequences of erecting a Mcmansion that often towers over every other house on the block.   Extreme Home Makeover and Ty Pennington offer the shallow American dream,  leather sectionals, stainless appliances, whirlpools and half a dozen flat-screen TVs—all thoughtfully provided by the show’s sponsors.  They think this will bring happiness, no matter the affliction.

In other words, I would pick  Nate Berkus any day of the week  (even if he is Oprah’s lapdog).  For those of you who need more heterosexual and rugged eye candy than Nate can provide, might I suggest Mike Rowe?  (disclaimer:  I, myself,  like the more geeky, intelligent, cuddly sort, think The Husband) Mike is hard working, well read, and, when clean, down right yummy.

Are you kidding me, Mom?! Why can’t you just write a post about what you are thankful for like everyone else?  Why do you need to start a debate?

Maybe if I close my eyes and wish really hard it will just skip straight to where you say, “everyone has a right to their own opinions,” and move on.

We have met before, but you may not recognize me.  I used to look more like this.

This new family took me and had all of my tangled and dirty fur cut off.  At first I was a little cold, but now I feel so much cleaner and lighter and prettier.  Just all around better.

They also took me to the vet.  I have a few things wrong with me.  That vet guy said I had one of the worst cases of ear mites he had ever seen.  The new lady asked three times if people could get those.  I think she may be a bit of a hypochondriac.

I also had a nasty respiratory infection and ear infection that was caused from being in a crate too much, but I am taking some medicine and feel much better all ready.   That new man says that antibiotics are a family affair this week.  I have no idea what that means.

What I do know is that they are really nice to me here.  The boy plays with me, and the bigger dog, Katydid is her name, played with me a little bit before they sent her away because of my ear mites.  I have been quarantined from other animals you see.  The ear mites  will be all gone by tomorrow night and then Katydid can come home.  I plan on bonding with her then.

Um, can we talk about my new hair?  I am not sure I like it.  Especially the bow. The lady seems to really like it though.  I think that maybe I remind her of someone else, because she keeps saying, “Come here Polly, I mean Ellie.”  At least I think that is what she is saying, my ears have been full of bugs and infection so who knows.

I totally love my new collar.  That lady’s mom called it Burberry, but then the lady said that Burberry usually costs more than $3.99.  They also have lots of soft and cozy beds for me here.  I like to dig in this one to make it comfy.

But this is my favorite one.  It is the big family nest where we all sleep at night.  The lady said that she could not bear to put me back in the crate and I am A-OK with that.  Although I heard something about a spider that squicked me out a little.

Some people were wondering how big I am so the lady tried to get some “perspective” by taking pictures of me next to things.  Here I am with the boy’s shoe.  I said that would not work because the boy could have really big feet.

Here I am next to something everybody recognizes.  See? I am pretty little.  I am as tall as I am going to get.

But, I am actually much too under weight.  That vet guy said I was maln, malnur, malsomething.  It means hungry.  I have already gained a half a pound since I got here.

Sometimes I feel a little sad.  I liked the kids where I came from, and I worry about the other animals that are still  there.

But I really like this new family, and I think it is going to work out well.  The man says he has to get better to see if he is allergic to me, and then they will make a final decision, but I think he is going to be fine.  All in all, I think I am pretty lucky. And that makes me very happy.

See ya later.  Love, Ellie-Mae Huckadog.

a close up of my shirt…..

Are your pets members of your family, like you consider them in everything you do or they are equal to your sibling or child in your mind? Or, are they animals whom you love and enjoy, but not even close to the human members of your family? I am one of the latter. I have always loved my pets, I would never do anything cruel to them, I take good care of them. I would never get rid of one just because I was sick of it, or it became inconvenient. We will teach The Son to be a kind and responsible pet owner. But they are not people. God created us to rule over them and use them. I did use to have this one dog though…that I may have felt a little bit like she was my baby. My furry, stinky, cranky, silly baby. Her name was Polly.

I had wanted a Yorkshire Terrier (Yorkie) since I was a teenager. I grew up in a family that had no use for little lap dogs, so there was no way they were going to let me have one. As soon as I moved out of college property, I wanted a little dog. The Husband and I were already engaged, when we adopted Katydid, we had no idea what she was and were told she would probably weigh about 15 pounds full grown (she weighs 33, and is NOT fat). We loved Katy, still do most of the time, but she was not the little purse dog I really wanted. I begged The Husband to let me buy a Yorkie, but he was fervently opposed to buying dogs when there are so many shelter dogs who need good homes. In my heart I knew he was right, but I still coveted those little dogs people toted around all over town.

At some point, my mom mentioned my Yorkie lust to a family friend who was on the board of our hometown Humane Society. Below is the real email exchange with my mom that followed, starting 1/8/04:
“There is a homeless 10-year old Yorkie, named Samantha, available for adoption in Hometown. Owner broke her hip and is in a nursing home. She is sweet natured and in good health except being overweight. We had to pay $70 dollars for Maggie, but if Samantha has already been spayed it may be less. They are actively looking for an adoptive home while she is being fostered. Yorkies usually live to nearly 20 years of age, love, Mom”

“Will you PLEASE go get her for me? PLEASE! love, your most favorite daughter.”

“I received a call from —-, a volunteer with the humane society who decides on suitable homes for the dogs. She said she pet sat Samantha this weekend and she is really attention starved. When she wasn’t in her lap she followed her around and watching her. Therefore, she really doesn’t think a home where both people work is the most suitable environment for the dog. However, she said she would be pleased to meet with you, (the Husband) and Katy and further consider it. I don’t think she feels strongly enough you’d be the best fit to come to you, you all will have to come to her first and meet before she’ll come inspect the house. Her cell number is — Good Luck, Mom”

“ohmygosh! This lady is SOOO rude!! She is the Contact Person for the humane society! Do you think that maybe poisonous fumes got to her head yesterday? Anyway, I talked her into giving our number to the foster parents, and we might get to see her (Sammie) tomorrow evening. If not, we will go to the adoption thing on Saturday. Will you ask (family friend) where it is and what time it starts. Also, what is the cost? Thanks for your help. Either way…lunch or dinner this weekend? Love, Hey You”

“Yeah! We get to meet Sammie at 6pm tonight! Dinner afterwards? –Love–HYH”

“Are you going to their house or are they coming to ours? Don’t get your hopes too high. And I suggest you not say anything to the fosters about the woman’s attitude as they might be close. Oh! I found out that (Humane Society lady) is a computer support person at –. Thank goodness she doesn’t deal with people in her job. But, how did she ever get picked to place dogs with families? Love ya bunches, Mom”

“We are going there, then to drop off boxes with Cat and then to your house. My hopes aren’t too high, but the foster seemed really nice, and we had a very nice conversation. I DO work with the public and know not to bad mouth people–everyone is related around here! Do not worry about me! We would love to eat anything except chicken. Being poor sucks! Hubby has an interview tomorrow. Anyway—Love You, HYH”

“Just heard there are two more people interested in dog. Good Luck!–Mom”

“I already knew about the two other people, stop being so pessimistic, here is a picture of her from their website.

We are coming to see Sammie tonight, see you afterwards to celebrate my birthday! -Love ya, HYH”

So we went over to the foster lady’s house, and the head of adoption for The Humane Society was there. When we walked in the door the dog ran straight to me, and refused to get down. I explained it was my birthday, The Husband charmed the lady in charge, and we left that night with the dog. She had three teeth, none of them matching up for chewing purposes. Her tongue could not stay in her mouth because she had so much bone loss in her jaw. She weighed 12 pounds, which is way fat for a Yorkie. She had eczema so bad they shaved every bit of her except her head, which they did not trim at all. It was January so, she had to wear a sweater to go outside. She had cataracts and would walk into table legs. Her previous owners pretty much only fed her french fries and she would have an apocalyptic fit when she saw/smelled us eating them. Katydid did seemed to like her though.

The name Samantha did not fit her at all. I tried just calling her Sammie, but that did not fit either. We almost renamed her Aunt PittyPat after the character from Gone with the Wind, she moved like her, was old and fat like her, and was just silly like her (my dad could not even look at her without bursting out laughing), but The Husband vetoed that name. We finally settled on Pollywog to go with our Katydid.

Her eyes just kept getting worse but she got around well, asked to go out to the bathroom and ate.  We  worked on getting her weight down and had her remaining teeth pulled because they were rotted. Once she stopped eating McDonald’s everyday her eczema went away completely.

She had to get a bath weekly because the hair around her mouth would get in her soft diet food, and then mat up and stink. After her bath, I would put down a towel on the floor and she would roll around on it until she was dry.

I really loved that dog. I carried her everywhere, and dressed her up all the time. She really seemed to like it and tolerated anything I put on her well.

I even made her some dresses for summer when it was too hot for her usual sweaters. (I know, I know how sad that sounds. I already told you that I needed a baby.)

So we got Polly on my 24th birthday January of 2004. Polly got sick on December 10, 2005. I rushed her to the vet, was told she had massive organ failure and was dying. I was going to have her put to sleep, but The Husband asked me to bring her home so he could say good-bye and we could bury her in our yard. She died around midnight of December 11. We were very sad, shed many tears…but were, in a way, very relieved. You see, we had been trying for several months to get pregnant and Polly hated children. HATED them, she would snap and growl and was just generally not a good dog to have around babies. We would probably have had to give her away when we had a baby old enough to become mobile, or at least keep them in separate rooms at all times. (the following goes in the way tmi file), It turns out The Son was conceived the day before Polly got sick. We kept her stocking up that year and have her picture hanging with other family pictures in the hall. She was a good dog but she did not make our family complete and as much as I thought she was my baby, she could never compete with the real thing.

I encourage you to keep an eye out for the pet of your dreams at your local animal shelters. If you only like a certain breed or size, then you may have to wait a little while, but the perfect pet will come through the shelter eventually and it will need a good home. It will love you more and you will not be supporting an often cruel and wasteful industry.

1. The point is small government. Period. Why can’t subsidies for those less fortunate come in the way of a donation to a privately controlled, nonprofit agency, or organization instead of the federal government? Maybe even a state run program that’s a little easier to control and manage? If the federal government lays down the law, then chances are someone is going to fall through the cracks, or get “red taped”. I don’t want my hard earned (er, well The Husband technically earned them) tax dollars falling into a black hole of endless administration that intends to help, but is often for naught. Republicans do not want to force their ideals on us by way of federal laws and legislation. Instead they intend to leave it up to the states, which hopefully then leave it up to cities or communities. That in turn gives the American people a little more freedom to choose.

2. The stereotype of Republicans is wrong. Not all conservative Republicans are either rich corporate fat cats or uneducated, gun toting, close minded, uncaring, religious zealots. Conservatives have been misrepresented as being greedy money hoarders. There are numerous articles based on polls and findings which show that conservatives give overwhelmingly more of their money, and time, to charities than do their liberal counterparts. We just believe not only is it not the job of the government to eliminate hardships, but rather it is impossible for the government to eliminate hardships. As a good citizen, I do plenty, donate constantly, volunteer and what not, I don’t need the government to tax my family for us to help others. This is one of the many reasons that we think a smaller national government works best.

3. I believe Obama has faith in his plans to help the poor, and I believe that he and most liberals really do want to help. However, he doesn’t understand that it is impossible for him to follow through on the programs he is promising. Universal health care, overtaxing the higher earners, these things look on good paper, but end up creating other problems and shortfalls in the long run. In the end, the failed programs would hurt more people than they help. Hope is not a strategy, and confidence alone does not solve problems.

4. Sarah Palin has been criticized for everything from her accent to her religious convictions lately. Most of that criticism is focused on her lack of experience. Which begs the question, if Palin isn’t ready for the task of second in command, how can Democrats believe Obama is ready for first? He is obviously lacking experience which no die hard Democrat can deny. The truth is neither Palin or Obama have enough experience for the roles they are now vying for, but in the political game, the best and most experienced people are either jaded, not well liked for some reason, or dead. Both Palin and Obama have moved up through the political ranks because they articulate well, and their personalities resonate with people. One more word about Palin. Sarah Palin is doing something right in Alaska to have an 80% approval rating.

5. There are many people in this country who are fiscally conservative yet have rather liberal social views. Trying to marry these two is extremely difficult. I will say that I think Obama has some good ideas in regards to some social views, and I feel he is a decent man, but he gives me the feeling that he wants to wave a magic wand at the woes of our country, and world, and POOF! It will all be better. The polarization that has happened in our country of pitting one group against the other is neither helpful, nor productive, and I sincerely believe the Republicans are better at looking at both parties, and using the good ideas of both.

6. We aren’t trillions in debt by giving back to our own people, as I have heard many complain. We’re in debt due to different reasons, but one of the main reasons is that we help our foreign allies and less fortunate countries. Regarding drill vs don’t drill, while I think other energy sources are desperately needed, I also think it’s ridiculous that we depend on dangerous countries for our oil and don’t see why there can’t be a middle ground while we search for longer term solutions. Until Obama sees Iran as the threat that it is, I absolutely don’t want to see him in office–even as Senator.

7. As for health care, private insurance does need to change becoming affordable for everyone. HOWEVER, the government is not there to provide insurance for everyone. Insurance companies are in business to make money, the government is not. Besides, Republicans did not invent insurance. Insurance is not around just to make Democrats mad or keep the poor in their place. Insurance is a risk-based business that, unfortunately, causes some people great heartache. How can insurance companies make money when they can’t choose  whom to insure?  I absolutely don’t want the government anywhere near my health care. I have seen how much they can screw up an theoretically good system and don’t want to depend on them to tell me what doctor I can see, and when. I cannot believe Democrats really want the same people that run the DMV running our health care?

8. After the elections are over, and the dances have ended at the inaugural balls, it’s really just a game of who has best mastered the game of compromise. Who can work with who to get the most done, who knows how to play the game? Who is going to hold himself to the rules in which I believe? I think it is John McCain.

The Declaration of Independence states regarding the rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness:
“…That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.”