Trip to Crawford, and bomb sniffing dogs give me the okay

We didn't get back until 2 am.  We drove right back into the torrential downpour that we left.  Fortunately we were on bridges, so the flash floods were happening beneath us.  Yikes!  They canceled the Q & A session - Moore stayed at the convention in Boston, to not take the light away from them. And my crotch was sniffed by a bomb sniffing dog!  And it was deemed acceptable. 

Here's my report on the the event, if anyone is interested:

( A large group of partially organized Republicans irritate the hell out of me )

 

I'm super tired, so off to drink mass quantities of Sumatra, medium roast.  Bush sucks!