Bryan Strawser

It’s only March and I’m already tired of hearing about the election.

Hillary has absolutely no chance of ever getting my vote. Past behavior is indicative of future behavior - and we’ll leave it at that.

Barack is someone I like - but I can’t abide his proposed policies. I read his views on criminal justice, gun control, homeland security, and the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and that was enough to completely turn me off.

I would not have chosen McCain for the Republican nomination - but he’s the guy that won. I toyed with perhaps voting Libertarian again but decided against it.

So again, I’ll support the lesser of the two evils - McCain gets my vote, my funding, and my support.

Can we go vote now?

Lex shares a very personal letter from his father from his days at the Naval Academy:

Dear Son,

We are hearing very good things about you, as we told you in our phone conversation last night. We are proud of you indeed and we are sure you’ll make it fine.

I know you won’t believe it now, but the worst is over. It is down hill from here on out.

Well worth reading…

Seems wrong that two of my recent blog posts have been about folks in the blogosphere that have passed on - but sometimes that’s the lot of life.

Last night, Brainhell, a blogger in California, passed away at home from complications related to ALS.

I first read his blog back in November or so when I was googling for something else. He had been diagnosed with ALS nearly four years prior to when I had started reading his blog - and he had been blogging about his medical issues even prior to that.

His blog as always honest, entirely authentic, and sometimes difficult to read. But he provided an open and candid view into a horrible disease - and did so with courage. His final words, according to his sister, were “It was fun….”

I’ll miss him.

You know who you are….

An intrepid (or stupid?) reporter from the Boston Globe went around Boston earlier this week while fully decked out in New York Giants gear.

The only thing worse than that I can think of would be to run around during a Boston-New York ALCS while wearing New York Yankees gear.

The responses are classic:

“You got a quarter, bro?” asked a panhandler outside of Wendy’s in Copley Square. “Hey, Eli Manning sucks!”