election day

Actually Beagles I did further research on the article and learned that it was in the February 1969 issue of Esquire, and indeed was the cover article with a pic of sneering sniveling hippies hiding behind their hot chicks.  You have to admit we had a lot of hot chicks, part of the reason you squares liked to run articles about us. 

I'm just guessing that strolling past the newstand in those stores they had on the bases in Germany the lovelies may have caught the eye of a young Beagles and the slogan became implanted in his mind.

I couldn't get to the actual article, but it was written by John Kifner, who I immediately assumed was some right wing hate-monger, but he appears to be sort of a run of the mill reporter,  I will pass the baton of research to the dawgs.


So I just came up from voting downstairs.  I assume the dawgs also had voted or will vote today.  I just don't see them as early voting types.  Something special about strolling into the polling place into the company of your fellow Americans all lending their expertise and moral force to guiding the ship of state through these perilous times (the times are always perilous).  Out of the corner of your eye you can see Normal Rockwell behind his easel, squinting his eye past his vertical brush.  I don't see him crouching in the corner of your kitchen as you fill it out or trailing behind you on the way to the mailbox.

Not much to vote for, all Democrats and they will all win by a landslide whether or not I vote.  Likewise that long slew of judges.  There are always a few rotten apples in that barrel and normally I would carry that cheat sheet from the paper into the booth to vote against them, more normally I would mean to do that, but never quite get around to it, so I decided today that I would just vote against all of them.  The good apples would float past despite my vote, but a few bad ones might be snagged.  What I didn't realize was that I couldn't vote against them in one fell swoop, I had to vote against each one individually, and there were a helluva lot of them.  Halfway through the thought came to mind that fuck good government, let's just get out of here.  But I persevered and as I was leaving the booth I'm pretty sure that Norman gave me a wink.