One of the scarier things about the Rabid Right is they sincerely believe the left is contemptuous of work.

That's interesting, since the left has often been accused of creating make-work jobs.

There is a difference between creating a safety net and encouraging a culture of living on the dole.

Certainly, that culture has developed, but that isn't the goal of the left and no one with any sense thinks that it is.

If the Rabid Righters actually checked the voting records of the "lefties" they hate so much, they would notice many of them support and introduce legislation that aids small businesses who create 62% of the jobs in America.

Giraffe

Dr. Kalabash once said a tenured professor could only be fired for having intimate relations with a giraffe on the college Oval.

While that may be an exaggeration, it's not really too far off the mark.

But, at least college professors have to earn their tenure in the first place. It isn't automatically granted after 3 years. They have to do some work: create a dossier and be reviewed by a tenure committee and their department chair. The same should be true for public school teachers. If public school teachers support the system, they should be willing to serve on tenure committees for their peers.

They should also support merit bonuses.

Sure politics can invade the evaluation system, but maybe if there were fewer administrators they would have less time to be political. The first overhaul should be to the administrators, then tenue. It would fix a lot.

Sexy Cowgirls Have Messy Kitchens

I used to have one of those houses where everything was in its place and clean. I even had houseplants. They lived! And not just the aloe plants and the cacti I watered whenever it rained in Las Cruces. I had a Norfolk Island Pine that grew to be about three feet tall. Sure, there was cat hair wafting around occasionally, but the place looked great. Then, I married a pack-rat. Actually, a cluttermeleon. A cluttermeleon is one step worse than a pack-rat. A cluttermeleon keeps so much stuff he loses himself in it. It's contagious, too. Not that I was choosing to keep stuff, just that I got tired of getting rid of stuff I considered valuable so he could keep boxes of faded receipts and out of date catalogs. This guy was a Collier Brother in the making.

I finally got tired of cleaning. Whereas I previously cleaned everything, I started finding myself exhausted whenever I started. Finally, I realized I wasn't physically tired, I was emotionally tired. So, I got out of the marriage.

Now, my house isn't perfect, to say the least, but it's better. It's down to the "sexy cowgirls have messy kitchens" catagory.