He doesn’t pester me about it because while your basic 17 year old will give his parents all sorts of grief, the scary old guy down the street is another matter entirely. Sneery’s dad and I went out target shooting, and the kid was convinced we were really just checking to make sure the bodies were still undisturbed. He stayed away from my end of the street for a week.

Funny thing, Sneery never gives his mother any problems. But she just hasn’t been the same since Jerry Garcia died. She sits in the living room with the drapes closed listening to Grateful Dead bootlegs. I think she’s got every concert taped between ‘69 and ‘86. Between her and Sneery I don’t know how his Dad stays normal.

Hey, I like Workingman’s Dead as much as the next guy, but Jimmy Buffet’s more my idea of party music.

But my story still stands.

Which does not invalidate the larger point here.

And so I got some respect for High Speed Hillary and Fightin’ Joe, who are willing to lay it on the line for us. Yup, when you’ve been in the shit like I have (’cuz I didn’t see none of you armchair warriors in that bar, man), the whinings of a lotta wannabes like all you pansies just don’t cut it. But that’s cool – me and Joe and Hillary are still willing to pay any price, bear any burden to protect your right to disrespect our sacrifice.

Semper Fi Fo Fum, man.

Jake Tapper did some digging

More like a light dusting honestly.

I will not be surprised when several news agencies go out of business after McCain gets elected. People are hungry for the news, but they want it abit more fair and balanced. Not this anything for Barack Obama crud that we have now. – Lorica