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Not gonna do a lot of hardcore research about these topics. Better folks than I are taking care of that. I'm just offering up some gristly morsels to chew or not chew as one sees fit.

Senator Larry Craig. My issue is not his apparent gayness. What is galling is A) he refuses to admit it, and his recent statement was snide and disengenuous. And B) seeking anonymous man love in an airport restroom is odd, and worse extremely dangerous. It's a dark side to a lifestyle that some are all too willing to pin on every gay person. There are things going on in his mind that are far too self destructive and creepy for a public servant. This is not an affair with a colleague or old friend from the Elks Lodge. This is the thrill of real danger, some kind of tantalizing foreplay that does nothing but tear down the soul. He needs to resign.

Cooking babies in your car. An annual abomination that years of press has done little to stop. Almost as mystifying as the brutal act of leaving a baby in a hot car to slowly roast is the bizarre defense by other parents. "Oh, she just lost her baby. Who are we to know what she's going though?" and so on. My answer is short and blunt:

Negligence can kill, and all too often does. No doubt the parent who leaves his or her baby in the car to suffer an awful death are wracked with a lifetime of guilt and pain. But it's a start in the whole penance category. Perhaps a day locked in a hot car would help them along the penance path. I have no sympathy for them. All my sympathy and sorrow is reserved for the other parent, the one who did not leave the kid in the car, the rest of the family, and mostly the poor young tyke who suffered so horribly.

Listen closely. I am the poster boy for immaturity. I am selfish, easily distracted, prone to moving in tangents. But the day I became a father my duty was clear, crystal clear. Here in my hands was an entirely helpless little human being. From now until he was off into the world as a young adult he was my responsibility. there was no middle ground here. I was not quite 23, but I was never so deeply aware of my new role as Protector of my son, and a scnt two years later, my other son. And I seldom failed, aside from the usual things, like not catching him in time when one of them falls off a chair or whatnot. I never forgot I had them. Never left them in the car, never forgot to drop them off at the granparents house.

I have no sympathy for the "I just forgot" argument. No excuse. None.

I'm angry now. Goodnight.

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