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Crip Dyke's avatar

So, the very first time I visited Maine, I was 4 years old. I was walking with my parents down the sidewalk while my mom held my 2 months old sister in her arms because no one had invented Snuglis in the mid 1970s and she was too bougie to use a simple wrap. This allowed me the freedom to walk without holding the hand of any parent whatsoever! So freedom! Much liberating!

To celebrate I was holding out my arm on the street side, and when I passed each parked car I would tip over slowly sideways then use my hand to bounce off the car and end upright again. This all went fine for a dozen cars or so (like I remember the number of cars, but bear with me) until one nice, curvy VW bug was a little slick and my hand slipped and I kept falling sideways until my head hit the back of the car and then slid down the curve onto the metal bumper where OUCH it lacerated my scalp but good.

But okay, it was just blood in my hair and it didn't hurt that much and LEAVE ME ALONE, MOM, I'M FINE, but dad said it was still bleeding and that it needed stitches and he was a doctor and you have to do what the doctor says when you're sick or hurt. (Which is totally different from doing what your parent says. I don't make the rules, that's just the law.)

So what did he do?

He took me to the local hospital emergency room and said that he was a doctor and flashed his naval ID with his rank and I don't know if it said naval doctor or whatever, but he's in the navy and he has ID and he says he's a doc, so they just let me in the ER without paperwork and gave my dad some saline, betadine, and a needle and thread, and then he sewed me up right there while all the staff fussed over my little sister who was 2 months old, which is much more interesting to the ER staff than some 1 inch scalp laceration because LORDY, THEY WORK IN THE ER DONTCHA KNOW?

But when my dad was done the staff very nicely showed us out and gave me a balloon for being a brave kid and I don't even know why they had balloons there, probably a get well balloon bouquet for someone who up and died so the nurses stole them. I hear that happens in ERs all the time.

ANYWAY, what I'm saying here is that I've had a good impression of Maine for a long time because it means freedom and liberation and cool cars like 6-year old 1968 VW bugs that teach you lessons about the price of freedom is a bloody cut to your head and having to shampoo extra that night and also balloon stealing nurses who are actually pretty cool even if they do pay more attention to your sister.

That's Maine, baby. Good place. Good times.

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swmnguy's avatar

Here's the thing. Not one of these things should be considered the least bit "Left" or even "Progressive." These things should all be considered Pragmatic, Getting Things Done, Addressing Things We All Know Need To Be Addressed.

Dare I say, Moderate.

Maybe even, some of them, Conservative. Like the energy stuff. Actually conserving finite resources and safeguarding America's National Security.

The rest of the list is of similar ilk. Protecting people's privacy. Encouraging measures that develop a better workforce of people who have what it takes to contribute to society.

When there aren't prying ears around, we can congratulate ourselves on how Progressive this all is, and we do deserve it.

But in public where just anybunny can overhear? We should push this as old-fashioned Americanism, making do with what we gots so we can be Indypendent and Self-Reliant. Spending a nickel now to prevent problems that cost us dollars now, and letting people contribute Big Bucks over the course of their lives. You know, down-home common sense, like our Grandparents did back in the Great Depression to pull America up off our knees by our bootstraps.

Oh, and also, Hooray!

And, also and too, Whar Taco Trucks? A Lobster Taco sounds wicked yummeh.

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