Sunday, June 20th, 2010

hey, Noonan, Zuckerman:

how does it feel to be dumber than all those knuckle dragging red staters?

Oh, by the way? Obama will exceed your expectations if you take a razor blade to your writsts; Remember go down the river, not across. That will fix everything!

Well, for the rest of us, anyway.

Remember that moment

in your life, long ago, when the blinding white light of reality lit up your world, and you realized for the very first time, that your dad wasn’t the dumbest human being alive?

I do. I remember it as if it were yesterday, though it was more than a quarter century ago. I remember how stupid I felt, that I hadn’t got just how smart Dad was, until then. And I was extremely lucky to be able to get to know Dad as an adult, and become his friend. He knew he had to be my father as long as I needed a Father. And he was. He was ready to morph back into Father mode at a moments notice, too, but we were both glad to have gotten to that moment.

Thanks, Dad. If I am ever 1/10 the man you were, I’ll be a god among men.