There comes a point in every day where your brain just says "okay. that's it.  No. More. Thinkey."

If you are anything like me, you try to push through that feeling even if it's ten o'clock at night because there are things that you have to do, dammit! And the more you try to push through it, the more your brain resists and finally you give up, fling yourself down upon the couch and declare that you are going to watch episodes of The Closer from now until you die (appropriate, given the subject matter of the show) because you just can't think anymore!

Now, this being the time for certain, um, hormonal fluctuations, I'm fairly sure that I am blowing things slightly out of proportion.

And this has nothing to do with anything but I finally found a way to use guns and the people who love them as an argument for the continuation of publicly funded welfare programs. Now all I need to do is pick a fight with an ultra conservative pro-gun/anti-welfare person so that I can say the following:

"you know, it's funny how you think it is perfectly all right to eviscerate programs that are desperately needed by millions of people because 'all it takes is a few bad apples to ruin the whole bunch,' but whenever some nut job shoots a bunch of people and the 'should we have more gun control' debate gets hot, you all start shouting 'don't judge the rest of us based on the actions of the few!'  Besides which, did you think that the AFT was a privately funded organization? And how do you suppose the public defender hired to represent the crazy gun person in court is paid?"

Yeah, when I had this zinger of inspiration earlier today (as I was taking out the trash of all things…obvious jokes aside) it was a far more eloquent argument…but my brain, it has hit the wall.

And you thought I couldn't bring this post full circle!