I woke this morning from a dream – a very odd dream involving Johnny Depp, a library slash record store, Duran Duran, and my best selling collection of 9 essays entitled “Daniel Hannan Gets Me Hot, and Other True Tales,”Â (which does not actually exist, though it’s interesting that that post was made almost exactly a year ago), and sat down at myÂ dilapidatedÂ laptop to write about that. Â However, the other side of my brain had different plans, and hijacked my post.
I started thinking about blogs, and howÂ I often find myself following links from one blog to another to another and not very far down this rabbit hole of blogging mommas it’ll all turn into a huge hippie love fest of organic foods, crystal children, Obama fantaticism, self congratulatory while pretending to selfÂ effacement progressive parenting soap boxing.
Who names their kid Che, anyway? Â I mean, aside from the implications of forever associating your child with the man who was responsible for the deaths of thousands of people, it literally means “Hey!” Â That’s kind of a dumb thing to name your kid. Â Hippie.
On the flip side you have the ultra cons – these are much fewer and farther between – who are chock full of jesus, moral outrage, and values god dammit!
I need the in between blogs with small l libertarian mommas who do the best they can and just want the man, the progs, and the uber cons, to chill the fuck out and leave us alone. Â With lots of photographs, because I’m always looking for inspiration in others’ work.
Are you out there, small l libertarian mommas with blogs? Â Let’s have a scotch and hang out while the kids play with power tools, ride their bikes without helmets, and roam the back 40 unsupervised til dinner. Â I’ll tell you about that dream.