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State of the Union: Still reasonably united?

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

I’d have to say so. At least, when last I looked, the “red states” have not seceded after the President’s State of the Union Address. Although, it is scientifically possible that the combined mass of all those Republican butts reluctantly being hauled out of their seats at those awkward, “Oh, damn, he said something even WE have to cheer for,” moments may have adversely affected the Earth’s gravitational pull… paging Dr. Emmett Brown?

My fellow Americans: I’m a Libertarian. I want all but the barest, necessary minimum of government to wander off, get lost, end up with its picture on a poster at WalMart and, at most, maybe help us find Amelia Earhart’s bones to bring some closure while it is out there wandering the wilderness. Oh, alright, also to get my Netflix movies here on time and keep the jerk next to me from blowing up my plane with a fuse in his underwear, shouting “Allah il akbar,” which of course we all know translates as, “Where in God’s name are my six-ounce Dixie cup of Sprite and half-ounce micro-pouch of Planter’s peanuts?!”

Because beyond much of that, postal service and “provide for the common defense”, the United States Constitution says the federal government can’t do a damned thing. Don’t believe me just because I say so — go back to your eighth grade textbooks and read the ninth and tenth amendments; I’ll wait. (Better yet, just Google them — it’ll be faster.)

A bit jarring, isn’t it, when you look at the limits to government that were built into the Constitution by Thomas Jefferson et.al. (plaintiffs) and then look at what we have today (”Reality Television Shows”, class action defendants). If the growth of American government had followed any logical path we could now legally execute, at a minimum, Simon Cowell.

Alas, I am handicapped by being at heart also a pragmatist. To the extent that government has metastasized its cancerous self to our vital national organs, if I’m given a choice of those cancers, I’ll bloody well exercise that choice. Did so in November 2008, as I recall. And for the first time since I reached voting age in 1981, my guy won. Not only that, he thanked me and the other nine gabillion voters by text message that night while I was at a Metallica concert. Laugh if you must, but I thought it was a nice touch.

Let’s face it — since the late Harry Browne in 2000, voting Libertarian at the presidential level has been like digging a swimming pool with a soup spoon. (Will the heir of Ron Paul please stand up? You are needed nine years ago.) After a father-son team of Republicans who forgot that it’s not a good idea to give raccoons the job of guarding the pantry, separated by eight years of, “Okay, maybe not so bad when he keeps his pants on”, along comes this guy making a lot more sense in terms of getting government, if not out of our lives, at least getting it to function somewhat more properly and demanding some repayment from the raccoons. Think about that — the Democrat made more sense to a card-carrying Libertarian with a three-digit I.Q. than the Republican did! That should scare the living hell out of the GOP or, at the very least, give John McCain a nasty case of heartburn.

So, you may have noticed that we voted this guy in, and last night he gave his first State of the Union address. Seeing as how I have not been able to stomach one of these since Ronald Reagan, I call it good. But my new friend Mel wrote something very interesting last night: “I refuse to watch any political speech/debate/commentary. Give me a transcript, let me read it for myself and I’m good. Just stay off my TV screen.” Until recently, those could easily have been my words, and I actually came close to giving last night’s address that very treatment.

However, I decided otherwise and found myself not only listening closely, but hearing even more sense coming out of this guy. The criticism he takes for “making all the right noises” and so on seems — to me — to be misplaced. Isn’t that exactly what we’ve all been demanding? It sure as hell is what I’ve been wanting to hear.

Robert A. Heinlein said, “Common sense isn’t.” Yet for the first time that I can recall, my president asked for that very thing from Congress. Sad that the mere request is refreshing — and I certainly don’t expect the actual result — but for now, it is very good to know that my president can even entertain the very concept.

We pause for this commercial… no, make that a wholehearted endorsement!

Sunday, July 5th, 2009

These days The Dude, newly minted semi-adult at age 18 and still driving on a learner’s permit because he STILL doesn’t have a damn job to pay for his own damn car insurance, is seeing a young lady who lives damn near halfway to Wyoming about 40 minutes up the road from here. So we were grudgingly roped into agreed to give him a ride to see her today.

Well, over the last year or so some folks out there whose opinions on such matters I trust have led me to believe that there is something to what I’ve been hearing about this outfit called Five Guys Burgers and Fries. Namely, that they are the closest thing there is to one of the best parts of my left-behind-in-California youth, In-N-Out Burgers. I’ve known for a while that Five Guys has a location in Longmont, which is way the hell and gone out of our neighborhood — Brighton — but only a five-mile jog to the west off today’s route to Johnstown. Thus it was that I put on my Dad Hat and declared that on the way, we would put these Five Guys to the test.

That test has been graded: A++! After we finished eating, I made a point of going to the counter and asking the young man there for the manager on duty. Eli introduced himself as such and asked, “What can I do for you?”

I said, “You can accept this handshake and my compliments. You ever get any feedback from fans of In-N-Out?” He said that he’s heard a few people say that they’re as good. Well, he can now up that tally by four, the entire WriterDude family — and keep in mind that, while they are all Colorado natives, I have taken them all to In-N-Out on trips to the state of my birth, so their opinions count as much as mine. Eli and his crew not only passed our test with flying colors, I found myself wishing I had a sheet of those gold star decals teachers use; I would’ve stuck one on the guy’s forehead. Maybe even five of them.

If you have ever heard someone like me go on about how In-N-Out is truly the greatest burger joint ever and gripe about how they have not expanded any further east than Arizona and Las Vegas, you were probably yearning for that person to shut up already. But you were probably looking forward to a chance to try them yourself as well. Wait no more — get thee to a Five Guys!

The Dude will likely get less grumbling from us the next time he wants that ride to Johnstown. Better yet — I wonder if we can get his girl’s family to move from there to Longmont? I have a pick-up truck (with an In-N-Out window sticker, of course) and a hunger to help…