Neanderpundit

would have loved this post.

Pascal asks the question “Where’s the beef?” All of us with functioning brain cells understood that wingnuthead didn’t have the ability to run a hotdog stand, putting him miles in ablity below Ignatius Reilly.

the left felt that the right were a confederacy of dunces, as we “Attacked” the Won, but they have come to realize he is himself the ultimate expression, as Pascal says, of the Dilbert principle.

How about following the Ben Gurion model.

Israelis do what they need to do. And the only people they hassle are the ones who are out to do something stupid.

and I will move heaven AND earth.

All of my life I’ve been a gypsy, by breeding and inclination. I came from a home that was very solid and very much stay at home, vacations involved almost exclusively trips to the homes of relatives and camping- only once did we ever go to any kind of “resort” area and that was an unqualified disaster, and a story for another time.
Being free, or in any event as free as bachelorhood gets, was a great experience. But i flapped around in the breeze.

The ogwife, unlike me, has roots. They dig deep into the soil wherever she is, and become indistinguishable from the bedrock of the planet itself. I had misgivings at one time, and there was no doubt that I was concerned about her solidity and strength and how it would contrast with my nature.

In time, I’ve learned the value of this: Without an anchor against which to push, or pry, or lean, I can have all the power on the planet, but I cannot put it to any use, like Major Tom floating at the behest of his umbilicus.

With an anchor so solid, a source of physical, mental, and spiritual strength I cannot copy nor comprehend, with this foundation I have been able to do far more than I would ever have accomplished by myself.

I see people around me who have the same relationships, and who constantly complain about the “anchor” or ‘Ball and chain”.

I smile.

Most of being happy is understanding just how fucking lucky you are.