the tip of the mitt and the breakfast of champions

Lienie’s just tastes like regular lawn mower beer to me. I can’t imagine that brew your own beer could taste any good. You have a very good brewery, New Holland in your state, that brews a very good Mad Hatter’s IPA, but this is America and you can drink what you like. I expect you consider craft beer to be kind of oh, I don’t know, hippie, because they tend to have goofy names and whatnot.

I had to look up this Legs Inn, and it turns out that it is closed for the season. Closed for the season, what is with that? Didn’t deer hunting season just start? Isn’t that THE season in Michigan, especially your part which, if Legs’ website is to be believed, is called the Tip of the Mitt.

Which reminds me of goings on in watercolor class last Saturday. Our teacher is from the burbs of Detroit, and then it turned out that one of our other students was from Michigan and so we started talking about Michigan. One of the other students held out her hand palm first with the thumb crooked way over and she said that was how Michiganders explained to other Michiganders where they lived by pointing out with their other hand to somewhere in their palm.

Wait a minute, it would have to be their left hand wouldn’t it? And that wouldn’t include the upper peninsula would it? When I piped in with that yooper and looper thing everybody seemed aware of that, but when I broached the subject of the stump jumpers and those other guys, all I got was blank stares. Well we Illinoisans, living in our balmy climate, don’t keep up on the frozen north.

You are indeed more aware of what the constitution says than most people, and I have to admit, than me, but mostly you like it because you like what you interpret it to say. You want to hang on to Old Betsy till its pried out of your cold dead fingers, so you believe that that very iffy second amendment, which it is clear to any reasonable person is speaking only of arming militias, declares that super rifles are just fine anytime. In fact, you already know what is right and wrong, so all you have to do is look into the constitution for proof of something you already know. Likewise a person who believes the exact opposite of everything you believe can find proof of everything in that very same document. You guys might as well be talking about the back of cereal box.

I have been reading The Brethren, by Bob Woodward about the Burger Court. A real eye opener about what goes on in the supreme court. Nothing is simple.

You know before I looked into philosophy I thought it would be like mathematics, where the first guy came in and proved a few things and then the next guy came along and, using that, proved a few more things and so on. But instead what happens is the first guy says this and that, and then the next guy comes around and says the first guy was full of shit and what it really is is this other this and this other that, and the next guy says both those guys are full of shit and so on.

And I thought the law would be like that, something would come up and they’d go through their law books and find the applicable facts and stamp it this way or that, but it’s nothing like that. It’s not as bad as that, you can’t just say this law or amendment is bullshit and dismiss it out of hand, you have to go to the effort of explaining how it doesn’t really mean what everybody else thinks it means, but that’s not really all that hard.