Woof.

mid-morning on Monday, the 5th of September 2005 by Capt Jake Fortune

In the midst of everything happening these last few years, how do you define yourself?

I look to the floor next to my desk for the answer of what I hope I am. A nice grey sheepdog.

What? A sheepdog? What do you mean by that? One of the finest blog posts I have ever read can give you the answers as to what I’m talking about. Please read the entire thing. It is long, but after reading, please think about what kind of person you are.

Of course, my sheepdog is black and white, but you get the idea…

Because everybody dies. Even liberals. And all I can say is that I believe in my heart that I would rather die for something bigger than myself than lead a life where nothing is more important than me.

This wonderful post is picking up steam, including Michele Malkin, Greyhawk, and Ghost of a Flea!

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