By the look of it I don’t think there is going to be a lot of loathing. The veal seems to be coming out perfect, once the sauce and cheese are added and the Ziti cooked the perfect Valentines meal will be ready for supper.
You know there is more to life than politics, protest and trying to win the day, make sure you keep that in mind as the days go by.
Even after the Lonely Conservative joined the ridiculously long list of bloggers encouraging people to send money to a total stranger to send him to CPAC (thanks oh lonely one btw) I had already resigned myself to staying home. I knew exactly how I was going to say it.
I was going to explain how being a conservative means knowing that if you don’t have enough money to do something you don’t fudge it, you don’t charge the extra and hope for the best you, You say, OK I can’t afford it I can’t afford it and do without as Sharpe told Col Hogan:
Major Hogan: What do you do when you’re short of Cash Sharpe?
Lt. Sharpe: Do Without sir.
You can see the quote at 7:53
I wasn’t concerned, after all I was still very flattered by what WAS given 72% of it from people who have never met me. If that wasn’t enough of a shock several people who gave significant contributions by check told me to keep the money no matter what happened with CPAC.
Those funds were enough to pick up the necessary replacement laptop (grabbed it tonight before I got home). It is without question the best computer I ever purchased, not because of the quality (it is bottom of the line) but because it was a gift from people trying to help. How can anything ever top that?
So I was making plans for the week, first a thank you post to those who gave and paid for my laptop. Then, the youngest was figuring on a trip to Funspot on the weekend, Tuesday is the City Counsel meeting, Wednesday would be Ash Wednesday and the wife figured we’d go to Boston one day during vacation. I’d get my CPAC info the way I did every year by reading other blogs.
Stacy had inquired how much I had left to go, I let him know. I got an e-mail from a reader of his who wanted to ask a question I answered it but didn’t get my hopes up, after all there was quite a ways to go and there are a lot more worthy causes out there than me.
Then just before midnight, 11:13 p.m. to be exact, came the paypal notice and I got the shock of my life.
Once again it was a total stranger, never met, never talked yet suddenly the balance was taken care of. I arranged a phone call to talk and express my surprise and gratitude. It’s one thing to have someone like your writing, it’s quite another for them to express that feeling in this fashion.
So it appears that I will be on my way to CPAC, tomorrow in between my errands I’ll register pack and make final arrangements to leave.
To all of you who helped make this possible, from the $5 spot to the final gift, I will never forget it…
…and yes the look on my wife’s face was something to see.
Having said all that, what the CPAC needs that it doesn’t yet have is a Sicilian blogger from Fitchburg, MA. The trademark Sicilian hand gestures. The ubiquitous fedoras. Trust me, says Robert Stacy McCain, we need Da Tech Guy at CPAC.
Aleister at American Glob and Dan Collins at Piece Of Work In Progress wholeheartedly agree that the man who played a role in covering the “Massachusetts Miracle” should be with other conservative bloggers. If my opinion counts for anything with my readers, I want the man to go and help stand guard over liberty.
…Not only has she never met me but I actually neglected to answer an e-mail she sent me on the subject just last week. Talk about owing a debt of gratitude!
His district in Rhode Island is heavily Democratic so it is unlikely to switch parties.
Yeah it’s not like there has been anything that might indicate otherwise, the Confederate Yankee reminds him:
His desire to do something else was no doubt due in part to the fact that polls indicated that the possibility of him being reelected was very slim, especially in a climate that saw his famous father replaced by Republican Scott Brown in Massachusetts.
Oh yeah, Scott Brown, the guy Kennedy called a Joke.