Got more than one friend, all good men, really enamored of Obama. They fell for those early speeches about new ways of doing things. I've cautioned them, but it's like talking to folks who are high. They are going to have to detox first. Rough to watch, no point in arguing much about it, anymore than you could argue a drunk out of inebriation. Just takes time and the experience of the world.
Pretty cold showers on the way. Too bad though, he's the President of all of us for at least the next four years, probably the next eight.
This isn't a political blog. It's about what interests me, usually stuff like boiling deerheads and trying to figure out a load for 600 yards. Deercams. Old guns. Art. The Redhead. The Cat. The neighbors. Tracks in the dirt along Butler Creek. The myriad joys of life. I get the uneasy feeling that the government has ruptured in a way that's going to swamp the kind of life I aspire to live and leave for my daughter and get between me and happiness. Hope not. We'll certainly get to see. I'm not going to let it make me unhappy but keeping a wary eye on it.