Occupying My Mind...

I realize that I haven't posted with any kind of consistency here, and for that I sincerely apologize. I'm really very good at procrastinating, but I promise to do better from here on out!

As I'm sure you've all noticed, certain events converging on the US political scene in recent months have injected a proverbial shot of adrenaline into the sleepy brains of average Americans. The resulting explosion of energy has been, from my perspective, a chance for the American people to exercise some concept-muscles that seem to have atrophied over the years. Some of you may be thinking that this mommy blog isn't the place to discuss my perspective on the political climate, but as the mother of a child who will be around to reap the benefits or consequences of either the perseverance or eventual complacency of movements meant to call attention to our shrinking freedoms, I'm of the opinion that it's absolutely relevant.

So I'm going to share my perspective on the world I brought my daughter into on this blog, one issue at a time. No, I won't be turning this thing into a political platform. But I'll occasionally be dropping one of those opinion thingies on you all here and there, now and again. Partially just for kicks and giggles, sure, but also because I know people who get all of their information from teenagers. As that fact terrifies me, I am hoping that those people will read this and agree with me. Because I'm exactly as self-important as the next person who is sure that their beliefs are the right ones.

Hermain Cain.

Let me start by giving those of you who might support this gentleman a fair warning: I firmly believe that Hermain Cain is the most ridiculous human being on the planet. Actually, that's not true; to say that I believe that it's true implies the possibility that it might not be.

So let me clarify.

I am completely aware of the fact that Hermain Cain is a delusional fool. I sincerely hope that you are, too.

I'm not saying that he isn't a good businessman, at least in the pizza-making field. I'm not saying that he isn't without his good qualities, and I'm not saying he's a bad person.

What I am saying is that Herman Cain's campaign reminds me of my little brother's "imaginary friend" phase. He was only three and didn't have a lot of buddies, so when he would hear us talking about our plans, he would just pipe in and pretend that he and his fictional pal Bunnyhead did cool stuff, too. We all knew Bunnyhead didn't exist, but we would just go along with it because it was cute and it made him happy. I am praying with all of my might that Herman Cain is just the proverbial 3-year-old here, and his campaign is his pal Bunnyhead. If indeed this is the case, I would like to request that any and all republicans reading this blog would please stop leading the poor man on; he's a big boy now, he can handle the truth and frankly this is starting to transition from an innocent game into a dangerous delusion.