The Delegate Question

Last night my Bean asked, "Why aren't we in the... Repub Nan Conv... in New York?"

The Bean, my daughter, being six, didn't fully understand that not all Republicans can venture into the mecca of the promiseland, one must be a delegate or a member of the press. So, I promised her that within the next four years, our goal would be to get to the next convention.

She really doesn't understand what that means. But the Bean knows that Daddy is a Republican and even though the Wife is a hardcore liberal, she tends to side with my viewpoints (not even knowing them.) Who am I to dissuade such sage thinking at such an early age?

Here we are then; this blog will be about politics, family, and literature. I'm sure the social yearnings of the Wife mixed with the idealogy of a modern American family will bleed through, so please, permit me my excesses into the land of moderation - sometimes trespasses must be had in order to truly understand the boundaries.

As for the Bean and her question, most of it is answered here. We'll have decide if we want to try to go the press route, or the delegate route in the future.