From D.C., Uber coolness and a bitter reality.

First off, the Capitol Building is way bigger than the TV let on. I did in fact squeal when I first saw it,  I am ashamed to be a full-blooded tourist.
I'm a history fan so maybe it's just me, but this place has almost a holy feel to it. I have such respect for what those founding fathers did that I feel a weight to protect their sacrifice. I've always been conflicted about what I'm doing because it takes away from my role as a wife and mother. It takes away from my role as a housekeeper, but my guilty sin is that I don't miss that and Phil's really great for stepping up.
But the inescapable truth to the tea party movement is that the enemy dictates when I work. Harry Reid forced every senator to leave his family on Christmas eve to ram through his government health care. That means I have to be stapled to the computer on Christmas Eve and Day. Real people shot other human beings so I would not be compelled to beg a king for protection. Real people watched their children die so my child could have the chance to choose.
These buildings are so beautiful that I get sad at the pure filth undoing the achievements of our great founding fathers.
Imagine colonial times. Imagine a father leaving his family in the middle of the night to escape the police on their way to arrest him. Should he be caught he will be shot on sight and his children will become homeless and starve. His crime was to beg to be heard long enough that he couldn't wait for help that would not come anymore. He didn't want the child he just left to grow up a beggar to a king like he was. He was going to be shot because he believed god had given him free agency; he left his family to try and give them the choice he was denied.
Now I have to protect my children from the same threat.
In these beautiful buildings lie the most oppressive, elitist, self-serving, corrupt bunch of rulers this country has ever known. They really do wake up thinking that they are better than you and because of that, you should do what they say with out question. They do not care if they break our country; as long as they have power and money they really would leave you in the gutter to die. The people of this country are a wallet to be pillaged, nothing more. Nothing I say to the leadership in this city will change their minds; if they could, people like Pelosi, Reid, Obama, Clinton, Rangal, Frank, Boxer, Murray, Dodd, McDermott, etc. really would have me killed for defying them. They have become so drunk on power and full of themselves that they do not view normal people in this country as human. If I am a threat, I should be destroyed by whatever they need to muster. Really. This is not an exaggeration.
I should point out that NOT ALL of them are like that. Bachmann, DeMint, Hastings, Brown, etc. They see us as people. They may not like us and think themselves better than us, but they think we have a right to be heard. A precious few of them actually see themselves as conduits of the people. We need to help those that do so. As for the rest, I congratulate you on your last term, it will be over this year.

Unfinished titles can make a blog post.

I went and got myself 2 full time jobs. I'm now the Executive Director at New Patriot Journal. I'll post the new business cards when I get them.

Anyway, I always start a post and never finish it. The post names are still there and as I was looking at them I thought sharing my half-hazard work could count as a post. I'll give you the story after the quote.

#1. Feline Teen Pregnancy
      As you know, I have a cat farm. we are at about 10 right now, but spring is around the corner and I have around 4 "producers". We kept all but 2 from last year, but these ones will have to either migrate or get farmed out.

#2. Goat Diaper
      I had to breed the other goat, Glowbug, and didn't want to wait for the friend's truck to take her to her "date". So I thought about making my goat wearing a diaper but in the end I threw some towels down in the trunk and rode the lightning. As a side note, on the way over my kid asked me "mom what do goats do when they breed?" Yay spaceships.

#3. "Mom, can BB's kill a chicken?"
      Caspian was asking about the capabilities of her new BB gun (with a scope) and she asked if bb's were lethal to chickens. Phil then offered to get Cappy a bale of straw to shoot at. Guess he thought I would teach her to shoot for the feet.

Now the last one is the quote that made me catch up on the blog. I said this to Rowan, who has been dubbed "Rodeo" by my mom has turned into well, a rodeo. My policy is that if you can stay on for 8 seconds, you get a prize.The quote is from myself. It is.......
Rowan, why are you in the washer?

Because you read to the bottom of this perpetually incomplete blog post, you will be rewarded with a picture of the Rodeo in his recharging state.

Feral Child.