Today, Bill Hobbs broke me. I wondered if it would be him or me who broke first and I thought “Well, shoot, I don’t have to read him all the time, but he has to BE him all the time, so certainly, that weight will be too heavy on him long before it’s too heavy on me.”
I was wrong.
I read, over at Hobbs’s, these two posts in this order:
–That Barack Obama is friends with Jesse Jackson (because I’ve noticed guys just love to be friends with guys who express a desire to rip their nuts off)
–That the mainstream media is “Killing Their Own Credibility”
And I started laughing so hard that my eyeball now pains me.
You win, Bill Hobbs! You win! I give up.
Tiny Cat Pants 
During the primaries, Jesse Jackson really strengthened a life lesson that is even taught to children in the old Wolf and Sheepdog cartoons (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Sheepdog_and_Ralph_Wolf).
You can want to rip someone’s nuts off and still be a supporter or even a close personal friend. It’s a life lesson. Sadly, not a lot of people have that capacity within their relationships.