Family Politics

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Friday, 05 August 2005

Family Politics

I thought I was doing well. An entire week of family, of talking about the cute little buny rabbits in the back yard and the weather--which was a little hot, at first, but has now cooled down, remarkably--and how much all the children have grown since the last time I saw them. No eyes clawed out. No problem.

(Okay, so I had to tell one, teeny tiny little white lie to expedite coffee, but considering it was for coffee, I could be excused for so much more!)

But I did. I thought I was doing well.

That is, until we got to the airport.

Two and a half hours early.

And sat down, in the coffee shop, accross from a TV.

Which was set to CNN.

With my aunt.

The "Progressive" Democrat.

Crash! Bang! Thud! A week of diplomacy and good will up in smoke.

Well, in any event, I got to use the phrase, "Yes, but we're not living in a democracy; we're living in a constitutional republic," in every day speech.

You have to love aging flower children. They're so resolute, driving their BMWs.

The only thing Auntie and I agree on, when it comes to politics is that one of us should be permanently committed. Being insane, she's unaware that it should be her.

So, we sniped back and forth about Bolton, for a while. (She believes that the post should be left open, in war-time, indefinitely, until the senate has managed to sit on a hill side, holding hands, and selling Coke products for at least a few more months.)

And then, we went on to the next story... and the next... and the next.

Then, we put her on a plane.

And I'm still glad that I lied about the coffee.