My father is once again back from the hospital, hopefully from a good long time. He still requires some extra company–I’m sitting with him right now–but now that I’m not traveling back and forth to/from a hospital an hour away, I am going to get back to the daily politiblogging. If anyone is still out there, I greatly appreciate your patience. There simply wasn’t time to give my family the hours it needed, keep up with my paying work, and do the pro bono stuff here at WR. There probably still isn’t enough time, but we work harder to do the things we love. What I love is writing, more than anything, about anything.

Yesterday at the hospital, my father was watching the news when one of his nurses came in to check on him. Noting what was on the TV, she asked, “Hey, whatever happened to that leak?”

“What happened to it?” my father asked, puzzled.

“Yeah,” she said. “They plugged it right?”

Had I been in the room at that moment, I would have been so tempted to say, “See that black stuff pooling around your ankles? Hell no, they didn’t plug it.” Alas I was not, probably a good thing since you have to be nice to the nurses, even the scary bad ones, lest they off your old man some night after you’ve gone home.

My father, who is not the happiest fellow around these days (with good reason) concluded that the nurse was probably about as informed as the average voter, and thus we are all screwed. It is to him that these continued mutterings are dedicated.

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