Conversations on the way to school

Driving to school in the morning has been a good time for conversations with Rosa. Today she commented on the fact that someone's Christmas lights were still up on their house, and I reminded her that we still have Christmas stuff up in our house from two years ago. Then she noticed another house and said, "And some people still have their Obama posters up."

Again I said that we do too, on the car, and I added that "Some people are really happy that Obama was elected."

She said, "Henry is angry about it." At first I thought she meant her uncle Hank, whom I used to call Henry, but I realized quickly that she calls him Hank and that she has a classmate named Henry. She's told me before that Henry was the only one who voted for McCain in their classroom straw poll. "He says Obama is for abortion, but I tell him he's for choosing whether to abortion or not. But he doesn't believe me."

Oh, no they din't.

Missouri bill would require prescriptions for Sudafed

Bad enough I can't buy cold medicine when the pharmacist is out, now you want to make me take time off work, go to a doctor, and pay a copay just to prove I have the sniffles?

And no, you dumbasses in the comments and the statehouse, the other cold meds do NOT work as well. If they did, I'd be buying them, not signing the fucking pseudoephrine register. Duh.

I am sick and bloody tired of the presumption of guilt that is being built into our daily lives. Prove you're not a meth-cooker before you can get cold pills. Prove you're not a terrorist before you can go into any public building or get on a plane. Prove you're not a vandal before you can buy spray paint. Prove you're not a huffer before you can buy model glue (and an increasing number of other things). I AM NOT A CRIMINAL!