You can truly never go back home again

The Global Musings of an Educated Man…….vol.126

 

The air was filled with anticipation and the fog of inebriation. The ice house was filled to the brim, overflowing with smells of caught fish, bodily outtakes the sounds of laughter and a black and white monitor of fish cruising the lake floor searching for food, like single men looking for future wives at the clubs on Friday and Saturday night. The weekend brought us back together again in his family's cabin on Lake Clitherall in northwestern Minnesota for the continuation of a tradition that has been around since the early 90's.  A time and place for men to revert back to childhood adolescent behaviors and some things their parents should never discover. There are always leftover remnants of magazines, cover to cover, lodged under sofa cushions, spilt spitters and the greasy grime that lingers on the white counter in the kitchen. No women are allowed Super Bowl weekend. There are no compromises. Nothing is done half way.  Full tilt for 80 or so hours. Phrases that abound are as wide as the guest list's commonalities and differences when it comes to rarely discussed relevant political and spiritual conversations. Sometimes it's best to keep my mouth shut. Instead it's the rehashing of old stories, old memories and the nostalgia for yesteryear.

"Are those real?"

"At least I'm not wearing a gay shirt…"

"Moneyball!!"

And last but not least everyone's favorite bar stool hunter of big game and timely pork-chops that lead to quiet drives back to the cabin in from town in the early morning hours……

"Ketchikan!!!!" Built to withstand the heaviest loads.

Whether or not some of the good times of this year were remembered or not is anyone's guess, but what is certain is there is a change in the way that we make it up to 2 or 3 in the morning. Fighting tooth and nail to never let go of the wonders of yesteryear, we always have the next get together to look forward to…..and we'd have to ask our gracious host to when that will be. Until next time, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for those Miller Lites.

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Sarah Palin’s radical speech

From Obama as Hitler to Sarah Palin's radical speech, Wingnuts author John Avlon reports all weekend from Nashville. Click here for more on John Avlon's new book.

Ed Reinke / AP Photo
 

Sarah Palin's rousing speech looked more like a State of the Union address—and the crowd loved every word. But, John Avlon reports, it wasn't enough to steer the group's uncertain future.

The National Tea Party Convention ended with a Palin for President rally.

This was always slated to be the weekend's main event, with a $100,000 prize purse. But the organizers still hadn't seen a copy of the speech as the crowd streamed into the banquet ballroom. What they got was less a Tea Party manifesto than Sarah Palin's State of the Union speech—an address to a domestic spending protest group which spent its first 15 minutes focused on foreign policy.

It didn't matter. With plenty of anti-Obama red meat and Palin's patented folksy-sarcasm, this crowd was rapturous about just being in her presence. She remains the Queen of the Conservative Populists.

The Tea Partiers, munching on a decidedly non‑populist steak and shrimp dinner, were geared up. Seated at my table were two Revolutionary War re‑enactors in full regalia as well as an aspiring Republican congressional candidate from Oklahoma and an independent-conservative Senate candidate from Arkansas. When the time came time for toasts with our water glasses "Death to tyrants" was chosen.

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Sarah Palin’s radical speech

From Obama as Hitler to Sarah Palin's radical speech, Wingnuts author John Avlon reports all weekend from Nashville. Click here for more on John Avlon's new book.

Ed Reinke / AP Photo
 

Sarah Palin's rousing speech looked more like a State of the Union address—and the crowd loved every word. But, John Avlon reports, it wasn't enough to steer the group's uncertain future.

The National Tea Party Convention ended with a Palin for President rally.

This was always slated to be the weekend's main event, with a $100,000 prize purse. But the organizers still hadn't seen a copy of the speech as the crowd streamed into the banquet ballroom. What they got was less a Tea Party manifesto than Sarah Palin's State of the Union speech—an address to a domestic spending protest group which spent its first 15 minutes focused on foreign policy.

It didn't matter. With plenty of anti-Obama red meat and Palin's patented folksy-sarcasm, this crowd was rapturous about just being in her presence. She remains the Queen of the Conservative Populists.

The Tea Partiers, munching on a decidedly non‑populist steak and shrimp dinner, were geared up. Seated at my table were two Revolutionary War re‑enactors in full regalia as well as an aspiring Republican congressional candidate from Oklahoma and an independent-conservative Senate candidate from Arkansas. When the time came time for toasts with our water glasses "Death to tyrants" was chosen.

s3ed4r5t6y