Inspiration comes in strange places. Dots connect, ideas coalesce, thoughts combine. These kinds of events are most common for me in circumstances where it is almost impossible to write them down. I often get revelations driving and have to pull over to write them down. But the other morning it was in the shower.
I was getting ready to head up to the Nullify Now Tour event at SNHU in Manchester, on Saturday, when I had a thought. It wasn’t a new thought, but somewhere between rinse, lather, and repeat what had previously been random musings got together to form a new way to present the idea and I was soaking wet with neither paper nor pencil anywhere nearby–not that I could use them in the present circumstances.
So I figured the thought was doomed. Thousands of other things would crowd my mind, mug the thought, and leave it to die in an ally. There it would lay slowly bleeding to death, unable to survive on the insubstantial life support of short term memory, unless I found it and resuscitated it.
Writing it down usually allows me to preserve the thought so hours or days later, when I find it in my pants pocket while folding laundry fresh from the dryer, I can look at the pulpy looking turd with a furrowed brow and try to recall what the hieroglyphs meant when I committed them to writing.
(Sometimes the pulpy pocket turds are yellow; shout out to 3M for inventing Post-It notes.)
Well this thought must have been made of sturdy stuff. Days later it was still alive.
So what was it?
I was just thinking back to all the loose talk from the left about ending the gun ban in the New Hampshire State House. How they imagined someone just unloading over testimony supporting same sex marriage–to use one example–kids getting cut down in the cross-fire. And how they fell over themselves trying to scare parents into keeping their children from ever visiting the place because it was now just too dangerous.
Fans of the movie Zombieland might understand the post title right away. In the movie the lead protagonist, "Columbus" has a set of rules he always follows which he believes are the only reason he is still alive after the world is turned into Zombieland by a mutant strain of Mad Cow disease that turns almost everyone into crazed, flesh eating zombies.
The US House just finished it’s work on HR1, cleaning up after democrats who in 2010 abrogated yet another obligation when they found themselves incapable of writing the budget they really wanted right before an election.
Being a New Hampshire democrat means never having to denounce anything. This only matters because the liberal-progressive whip holders who direct traffic leftward around the democrat’s rotary-of-hypocrisy like to tap the hair trigger on their own media Weapons of Mass Outrage (WMO) whenever they can manufacture the provocation. So if someone to the right of them puts together a sentence that could in any way be misinterpreted as racist, misogynist, bigoted and so on they create outrage, then pitch it to anyone who will listen. 
The Union Leader has a 
How a representative votes can tell you a lot about their priorities. The folks who just voted against 
That is the title of Kathy Sullivan’s most recent contribution to the Union Leader. "Straight? Republicans Want To Meddle In Your Marriage, Too." And I must confess that my initial reaction after trying to wade through her editorial and then through