This one is a quickie.  I’m about to watch the VeeP debates and I’m all set with my nachos, chai, and an ice cold beer.  This is a spectator sport.  Isn’t it?  So let’s roll out the submissions.

Lessa slid in past the deadline, but I forgive her because she ended up being my pick of the week.  I like the spunk and rebellion of this piece, and it was just what I needed as the frost begins to settle over the night.

“It ain’t RIGHT. It jus’ ain’t an you know it Joseph Daniel Scranton!” I stomped my foot and glared at him, but he ain’t seem to care. He never did. He’d just grin that lil grin of his an’ expect me to jus’ do whatever it was he wanted. An’ right now? He wanted me t’realize somethin’, somethin’ I weren’t ready to realize jus’ yet.

He finally jus’ pulled me close, an’ held on tight. “Ain’t no place in this for what’s moral or right. Jus’ for hangin’ tough. So hang with me, like always.”

Like I had a choice.

  • Lose yourself over at Losing Yourself, a newcomer.
  • VIU will make you question the art of surveillance
  • I, Rodius is taking the hands off approach
  • JM and a delicious slice of life a’la Frank
  • Sassy Mama weaves us a bedtime haiku (brilliant)
  • Ninja delivers a strike in the dark at our illusions of morality
  • Don’t think those kids aren’t listening to you Grandma (so says Patsy)
  • Night Blogger sticks it to morality good.

I don’t have a book handy with me.  I’m writing this from a cafe that is staying open late to air the debates.  I watched the presidential debates here last week, and I love it.  All these local people gathering together to discuss politics.  Throws me right back to a time when we cared.  If they had a fireplace, some wingback chairs, and smoking pipes I would die of romantic nostalgia.  So, from a sign on their door:

Blend 

With love,

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