I don’t know if this account is real or not. I don’t know if he is actually a Samurai, if he is Japanese, or even if he is a real person. But without a doubt, it is my favorite follow on the X.
Thank you NOBUNAGA for bringing such light to my life and the lives of many others.
The Millers next door have a daughter, Maddie. When I moved in she was eight, and she once instructed me, through the fence, on the correct way to rake my own leaves. I complied. She was right.
In June, her father leaned over that same fence and said, "Maddie graduates Saturday. You're coming. You're basically furniture at this point."
Furniture. In this country, that is a rank of considerable honor.
I prepared for solemn rites. Pressed clothes. A card in an envelope. A dignity suitable for the conferring of diplomas.
The stadium held four thousand people, nine hundred airhorns, and one man selling roses out of a bucket. A family three rows down wore matching t-shirts printed with a teenager's face. The teenager in question was present, and had approved them.
Maddie's father handed me an airhorn.
"You're on horn duty."
I had studied the printed program. Nowhere did it mention that artillery would be distributed to civilians. I accepted the office anyway. I planned a single dignified blast. One second. Perhaps one and a half. Delivered with restraint, on behalf of the household.
Then the names began.
And I learned the rule no one had explained, because no one here knows it is a rule: every name gets a roar. Every single one. Names I knew, names nobody in our section knew, names the principal read carefully on the third attempt, and every one of them landed in a stadium that had decided, unanimously, without ever holding a meeting, that no child walks across in silence.
Some rows were small. Some rows were one grandmother. It did not matter. The sound moved over to cover them, like weather. Strangers roared for strangers, on principle.
"MADISON GRACE MILLER."
I do not fully remember the following four seconds. Witnesses report that my single dignified blast lasted the entire length of her walk. That I was standing. That the horn did not waver. Her grandmother rang a cowbell. Her father whistled through two fingers in a way I have privately practiced since, and cannot do.
Somewhere in there, something went wrong with my eyes. I blamed the sun. It was overcast.
Afterward, in the parking lot, Maddie found us. Gown half unzipped, cap in hand, somehow older than she had been that morning. She looked at me and said, "I heard the horn. That was you, right?"
I began composing a modest denial.
"Blow it again," she said.
A command from the graduate outranks all ceremony.
I raised the horn.
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From a young age I learned to love America and what it stands for. I have never wanted any bad thing to happen to the country, or any of its leaders.
I am also an economist that has studied, read, and thought about history and economic theory for 40 years. This thinking has led me to believe, to keep it short and sweet, that small government is the best government. I fully support sweeping cuts in government spending, staffing and power.
Somehow, by asking for a smaller government, and showing the damage that a big government does to America, I, and those who think like me, have become enemies of the current regime. They call us threats to democracy, when what we really are is a threat to their hold on power.
Somehow, wanting the regime to lose power is equated to wanting something terrible to happen to them personally. That is simply not the case. I want all those people who are living off the government to start serving their fellow man in the private sector.
It means giving up their special perks, like drivers, staff handling all their needs, and being called Madam this or Honorable that. No one in America should have to kowtow to any of these people. To them, they view it as a threat, the most awful thing that could happen to them.
To me, it seems necessary and good and virtuous. I refuse to be told that I am evil, racist, dangerous, etc for wanting this…because I am not. I want less power in the hands of so few people. That was why we started the United States of America in the first place.
@TheZagaholic Josh, you are absolutely right. The world goes on. And how freakin lucky have we been to be Zag fans over the last 25 years? It has been a great ride so far. One loss, or a tough season, doesn’t erase any of that.
@dog_rates Doug should ABSOLUTELY be number 1 this week!! Thank you for sharing his story and your love for him. And thank you for continuing your work. You remind me every week why I love dogs. You are awesome!!
@SethDavisHoops I love that you post this daily. It makes me smile every single time. And also makes me feel like I should find an old VHS tape to rewind.
“Please be Kind ……. Rewind”
“Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend, Andy.”
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I remember when our society was stable enough you could give 10,000 fans regulation baseball bats without worrying they’d immediately try to kill each other.
Was talking to chuck Foreman and know you guys helped him get to 20,000 followers.
Can you guys help me get to 15,000? I’ll also give away some signed things to people who follow me and share this message. Hope you’ll follow me, Thank you!