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Apparently, spelling can be tough as well. Sorry. 

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I wonder what happened to yesterday. Oh, right - work, change, feed, play, change, soothe, feed, lather, rinse repeat.

Somewhere in there, Thalia does something that makes it more than worth while. I may miss it some days, but I know it’s there and that’s what counts.

Ma-Ma.

Jo’s been waiting quite a while to hear that single-syllabic babble from the mouth of our littlest one. Y’see, Thalia’s been saying Da-Da for about a month now (mostly just babble, but I love every second of it) and it’s been driving her crazy that I get all the love and she’s gotten bupkis. Finally, just last week, she said it. She sat upright in our bed, looked at me, and said… ma-ma. That’s right - at me.

To be fair, we’ve both been trying to get her to say mama for the better part of two months so its not like she has suddenly mistaken the big hairy guy in the room for mommy. It was awesome just to hear her say it though, as Joanna will point out a million times over if you mention it to her.

Up next - getting her to identify us as ma-ma and da-da respectively without getting ‘em mixed up. I think we’re making headway on that front already. Thalia’s been making a habit of saying da-da when she’s alert and happy, and ma-ma when she’s tired or cranky. Sounds about right.

It is time I got back into Politics.

I’ve been gone a while now, tired of the “me vs. you” back-and-forth of our Nation’s Red/Blue Political mentality. Sick of the offense taken by so many simply because I believe in a Country rooted in Freedom and Liberty, not one of rules, restrictions, and regulations. Bored with the “same old - same old” debates which have had a choke hold on our Government for the last few decades. Angry with my Countrymen for not seeing what’s going on - that we’re stuck. Stuck in Iraq. Stuck in debt. Stuck in dead-end jobs. Stuck with laws no person should be burdened with.

It’s bad out there. And like everyone else, I’m ready for a change of pace. I’m ready to return to an America I can be proud of. The one I think of when I sing the National Anthem or when I hold Thalia in my arms. One of true freedom from oppression. One with real freedom of expression. One that doesn’t care if you’re gay, straight, black, white, Athiest or Baptist. One that says “give us your tired, your poor” and means it. One that cares about its spacious skies and amber waves of grain enough to protect them from the ticking time-bomb of the Carbon age.

For many, my America is something to fear. One of hippies and homos, of ten-horsepower electric cars and God-hating welfare kings. They say “we can’t”. We can’t offer that kind of freedom and expect to keep order. We can’t let people choose their own paths and think our Nation won’t go straight to hell. We can’t give help to the helpless and expect to pay the bills. We can’t, we can’t, we can’t.

But, of course, we can. We can deliver on the promise of One America. We can leave our Country with a legacy of freedom and opportunity for all people, for all time. We can uplift the downtrodden. We can make our Country whole Again. Wholly American.

Yes, we can. We can, and we will - with the inspiring leadership of President Barak Obama.

Barak Obama, who knows what its like to go hungry as a child. Barak Obama, who has overcome society’s preconceptions and predestinations to ascend within Our Nation’s political system. Barak Obama, whose oratory skills are unrivaled in modern America.

Yes, we can make this world a better place for everyone. Yes, we can elect Barak Obama as the next President of the United States.