I would like to inaugurate this blog as a place to rant at my Orange County fifty-something aerospace engineer Catholic heartless middle-class Republican Dad. I am his pinko commie
pagan bisexual green oversensitive law school Liberal Democratic Daughter. You see the problem.
Now don't get me wrong. I love my dad. I love my country. Indeed, loving your dad is a lot like loving your country: you didn't choose him; he's been there ever since you can remember, he embarrasses you really bad sometimes, like when he makes weird noises at breakfast, corrects you in front of your friends, or when the president says "Families is where our nation finds hope, where wings take dream." Still, you feel you must defend him; no one can pick on your family but you. My country might not be the best in the world (that's dad-speak, kids) but the fact that this blog can exist without me being concerned about getting arrested puts it in the top twenty or so.
