Back from a 25th anniversary in Paris (with my wife), we find the recall effort and Wisconsin protests still "on."
* There's a big van and people with signs on Main Street still urging people to sign the Recall petition for our State Senator Sheila Harsdorf.
* New this week: our local radio station is so full of ads for Harsdorf, it's hard to listen to the station right now. Big question: who is paying for all those ads? Not-so-big guess: Koch Brothers and other out-of-state rich people. Certainly means Harsdorf is worried- - the recall petition signatures haven't even been submitted, and she's campaigning already.
* Growing confidence that the recall petitions have reached or exceeded the required numbers. The recall office in River Falls is still being staffed by volunteers daily.
* Put up my daily sign again. After 4 inches of snow today's sign reads "Cheer Up. Spring and Recall Coming." Had it up 2 seconds and guy drives by and honks and waves his approval.
(I got other secret news, waiting for approval to share with you.) Photo: My sign for Sunday
Glad your wife puts up with your jokes, too.
Came across this, and thought you might be interested; seems some people are thinking the Tea Party is already losing steam. Don't know if it's disappointment or just fatigue, but I'll let you take a peek and decide for yourself, in particular take note of the Rachel Maddow story which includes some Wisconsin material:
http://www.plunderbund.com/2011/04/18/a-tea-party-primer-lessons-in-hypocrisy-part-1/
http://www.plunderbund.com/2011/04/19/a-tea-party-primer-lessons-in-hypocrisy-part-2/
Posted by: D. P. Lubic | April 19, 2011 at 10:14 PM
Thanks D.L. My wonderful wife also tolerates my bad jokes (see my Birthday post coming up)
Posted by: William Draves | April 19, 2011 at 10:04 AM
Congratulations on 25 years; too many of us today don't make it anywhere near that far.
I have to mention something; we men should always love women because they put up with so much out of us, including our bad jokes.
When my own wife was 38 and 39, she had this awful moaning and groaning about "Oh, I'm another year older," and "Oh, you don't care about me," oh, I should have remembered her birthday. . .
After that nonsense, I figured I had better remember that Big 4-0, and I did pretty good. Right as she was waking up, still in bed, I sang to her, "Happy birthday to you. . ."
She giggled and laughed, and I must have been inspired, because a second verse popped into my head, and promptly popped out of my mouth. . .
"How old are you now?
How old are you now?
How old are you, D----?
You're too old for me now."
I have friends who tell me I live dangerously.
My mother's comment later was, "D---- was happy you FINALLY remembered her birthday."
Again, congratulations on 25 years.
Posted by: D. P. Lubic | April 16, 2011 at 11:27 PM