We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dear Abby, I mean Meta vixen/ Mother of the year. I read your blog yesterday about your daughter, and what you would do if she voted for Obama. I have three children, ages 23, 21, and 20. I have threatened all three with physical violence,will shave their heads while they sleep, and destroy their cars. My wife prefers to talk to them in a loving, kind way.( She also edits papers too, Whats up with that? ) Which way is correct? Am I really an abusive, controlling, passive/agressive father?
Your friend, The Lowly Shepard. You big Lucy wanabe : )
It must be fun to be a fly on the wall in the back rooms of the AGW meet in London. (And Al Gore wasn't within miles of the place when it snowed -- I think the old guy's losing his touch.) Half of them are probably just dying to equate the snowfall with AGW because of its unusuality, while the other half recognize that it might (might!) actually be some of that funny "weather" stuff you read so much about.
The proper response to the latter, of course, is "So what! We've got a point to make!", and, admittedly, that makes a good point. You don't know the snow isn't AGW-related, right? It could be related, right? We could be 38 hours from a "Day After Tomorrow" scenario and the end of mankind's existence...right? Well, there ya go!
Personally, ever since reading that the methane from cow farts is much more destructive than mere CO2, I've been doing my part to combat AGW by eating as many hamburgers as possible.
I think I'll second Marianne's words. She's right. You have to get their attention. When both of mine were home, they'd walk in the door and dump their shoes and just leave them all over. They had lots of pairs so didn't bother to hunt down yesterday's pair in the need to have their feet bedecked the next day. I griped and griped and nothing. One day I gathered them all up and threw them off the back deck way out into the back yard. Truth be told: I really really loved doing it. That took care of that problem. And yes, they were mad, but they're not allowed to talk back and skulked out to pick them up. Score 1 for Mom. :)