No, not that way, you buncha pervs. It would have been more in the "is this the Rapture?" vein. You see, at around 7:00PM, (EST) my oldest, smarter-than-me-in-several-ways brother conceded that I "was right about Bush." (our supposed commander-in-chief, just in case any lingering double entendre remains) And then later, my oldest sister admitted that chiropractic care had really improved the behavior of her grandson. This may seem like no big deal to you, but in true Paul Harvey fashion, here's the rest of the story:
You see, my family has cast me (and I have accepted the position) as that crazy, hippie, rainbow sheep of the family. I went to college and majored in French ("how's she gonna make a living with French?), then I started working with adults with developmental disabilities (what's she doin' with them, teaching them French? ha ha). Then I sewed my wild oats by being a fag hag, preferring to dance in the gay bars to being mauled by drunken straight boys with a sense of entitlement. When I finally "settled down and caught me a man", he was another hippie, vegetarian computer savant who was into HAM radio instead of football. And I had the nerve to think I could do a better job than OBs birthing my children (and helping others to do so as well), that I could educate my children better than the school system could, that breastfeeding, co-sleeping, organic food, attachment parenting, simple living and alternative medicine were better for our family than the alternatives pushed from the megatheocorporatocracy. credit: (Twisty Faster)
Needless to say, there were, and still are, scoffers. And I must admit that a lot of my confidence has come from standing fast against them. But now, upon what worthy adversaries shall I hone my discourse? What's a girl to do when her views are starting to play in Peoria? Well, the superior dance might be fun for a minute, but there's no rest for the supposedly wicked. I think my brother, and probably the rest of my siblings, are still planning on voting for McCain. 
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people evolve, paradigms shift and compassion happens
kind of like the day rad fems see stripping thru an eco-fem stripper's perspective- hell freezes and pigs do indeed fly.
yonder come day
Thanks for the reminder to be compassionate; it's something I lose track while being righteously indignant, which I do a lot here to let off steam. I also think the same thing happens (to a greater extent) to radical anybodies. It's that dualistic linear thinking that gets in the way. When I can pause, breathe and sink back into thinking about the Great Circle remembering that we're all connected, I'm a much nicer person. Now, how to get that skill to those fired up raddys?