Plus my kids like it. After a week without much chance to blog, and what little time I had being spent getting throttled over at CAEI by pointing out that we should have come together and tried to unite behind the victims of the Boston Bombing rather than unleash our agenda driven complaining from day one, this is a welcome respite. The funny thing? I then pointed out that as Americans, we've become too critical of our country, seeing the worst in everything and being divided over everything, and I am then smacked again for apparently worshiping America and insisting it's perfect and flawless. I tried, but I just couldn't get my mind around it. Once our fascist police state was dutifully accused, and the cops who arrested the suspects and risked their lives were reduced to worthless doughnut eating butchers in blue by my fellow Catholics, I figured it was time to come back to the light. I've received some wonderful emails from a couple readers, and plan on commenting on some of them soon. But for now, after being bludgeoned for pointing out that people who call our cops worthless butchers and our government a fascist police state isn't accurate, and then told that I'm the problem for not seeing the sins of our country, I thought some fun was needed. I think my boys like it because they can see it happening to me.