Gratuitous Local Politicks Observation

In my little corner of Northern Virginny, a fight is brewing for the local House O' Delegates seat between incumbent Donk Margie Vanderhye and her challenger Barbara Comstock.

This is an interesting situation. I happen to know Margie (although she doesn't know me) because she attends Robbo's Former Episcopal Church and because her husband is Principal of the eldest Llama-ette's former public elementary school. (Indeed, she's also heavily involved in RFEC's delegation to the Episcopal Diocese O' Virginny, and an ardent Progressive. I became Catholic almost two years ago. You do the math.)

On the other hand, Babs and I wouldn't recognize each other if we mutually tripped over ourselves in a parking lot. (Of course, I don't know this. It seems to me that such trippage needs to take place - under laboratory conditions, of course - in order to analyze my hypothosis. Hey - Science is a harsh mistress.)

All in all, as shallow as it may seem, I feel I must support Comstock, not only because of her politics, but also because of her serious babeage, something of which the Virginny House O' Delegates is in serious need.

Hey, you think I'm being unreasonable? Go read Lysistrata. Give peace a chance, man!