Neanderpundit

Eastbound on 80 in the middle lane with the right turn signal on. Being driven, apparently,by a mortician. At 40 mph. In rush hour.

Even the Spirit of Ecstasy is about to fall asleep.

The Ogwife exercised somewhat questionable judgement and met me at the altar of the Martha Mary Chapel at Greenfield Village.

It has been an interesting ride, never boring, not always as much fun as one might hope, but I wouldn’t change a minute of it for all the tea in china and all the doubles in Holland and Holland.

Happy Anniversary, love of my life.

The reds are yapping at wingnuthead about exceptionalism, and sad to say, it probably doesn’t phase Big Chief Cocksocket one bit.

It bites a little, down here in flyover country, but really, it’s meaningless.

It’s meaningless because there really is such a thing as American Exceptionalism. Born of hard work and ambitious people, smart people, people willing to take risks and learn new things and do things nobody else has ever done. Not just the Bill Gates and Steve Jobs of the world, but the millions of people who get up and make a difference every day. Businessmen. Law Enforcement professionals Servicemen -and women. Educators, and the people who make education possible. Engineers and machinists. people of all stripe that are- well, exceptional. A skillset that, when pooled, is adequate to the rebuilding of a civilization, if need be. If I just assembled the people on my blogroll it would be a formidable force, and the country is full of them.

So, Putin, and all your red shitheads, go ahead and laugh. Wingnuthead is not America. I am, and I and my brethren are Exceptional.