presidents' day

What a lousy day. A day where Americans are supposed to sing praise for the first President (whose warning against foreign entanglents has been shit upon by his successors), the American Lenin, and all the other guys who took part in moving away from the ideals that spawned a revolution over 200 years ago.

I was hoping to recieve a book about Benjamin Tucker and other champions of liberty in the mail today, but there is no mail delivery today. Curses!

I spent most of the day with my mom while she was getting her chemo treatment. While my mom slept through practically the entire ordeal, I spent some time there in the infusion room reading Thomas DiLorenzo's The Real Lincoln, followed by a short nap. Everyone in the infusion room was talking to each other about the same thing when I awoke. They were looking outside at the massive traffic jam that was created when the road was temporarily closed. Why was it closed? Because Caesar himself was escorted right past the office on his way to visit some sort of solar plant in Auburn Hills.

The people in the clinic were excited at the fact that glorious, almighty Caesar was actually in town, the people in the traffic jam were justifiably pissed off, while I was upset over the fact that I slept through an opporunity to give Caesar himself the finger on one of the State's holy days.