Posted by
KsReaganite on Sunday, December 17, 2006 4:26:48 AM
My friends excitedly informed me yesterday that they were expecting their first kid. Calling them friends will be inaccurate: he has been a brother to me in every sense except the ties of consanguinity. And after they got married, she promptly co-opted me as a sibling too. I share her sophisticated taste in music anyway…whereas the Chairman has more, shall we say, contemporary tastes in music.
The Chairman…he was the chairman of the College Republicans at my alma mater who found a moribund organization and left a powerhouse on campus that boldly challenged political correctness, battled the dictators in phony departments like Women Studies and Minority Studies, and gave a voice to the silent majority that simply wanted to get a decent education. I was one of his loyal lieutenants running the CR newspaper which itself challenged the extreme bias of the official university newspaper. Together we were there when we and many others like us around the country ushered the Revolution of 1994. Nothing could compare to the sullen faces all around campus faculty lounges we found that Wednesday morning that glorious November.
Little chance does the Chairman’s child have of growing up anything but a good, decent, sharp, honorable, and hard-hitting Republican who knows the difference between right and wrong. And so I should be putting together designs and themes for an exciting campaign about thirty years from now for a Kansas governor who is yet to be born.
A pledge to those Americans yet to be born…so said George Washington.