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H. Neal Glanville

The residents of Moffat County need to quiet down, sit up straight and openly applaud the recent court-imposed sentences for drug dealers. (The constraints of political correctness - that term makes no sense, except nonsense - keeps me from calling these vile, scum-sucking goat-lovers what I really want to call them.)

Although I disagree with the length of the sentences, I'm overjoyed that the majority are going to prison.

Several months ago, another goat-lover stood before the judge awaiting his fate. When asked whether he had anything to say before sentencing, he said he "was sorry for what he'd done" and asked for leniency.

How moronic. A drug dealer asking for mercy. That's like murdering your entire family and begging forgiveness because you're an orphan.

He was sentenced to 10 years. Bravo, Judge Gardner.

Of course, we can expect the "bleeding hearts" to come forward with their "rehabilitation" plan for these "lost souls."

Ten years of hard time will be rehab dutifully earned. Souls will be found, and souls will be cleansed.

Speaking of the court system :

Last week, much to the chagrin of friends and co-workers, Jane was summoned for jury duty. As life would have it, her ears were filled with every conceivable reason and/or usable excuse to get out of her service to the community.

That was "pretty much" a waste of their time and breath. I'll not waste my ink or the paper's listing any of that stupidity. Trying to understand the stigma of jury duty is akin to voting for ...

Why would you not want to see an impartial group of people deciding guilt or innocence if the accused were you?

That's right, bucko, you.

That group of men and women seated to your left is charged to listen to both the defense and prosecution. Then, they can ask questions they think are pertinent to the decision they are faced with, your innocence or guilt.

But then again, if you're too important to serve on a jury, then you're far too important to get a fair trial.

End of story. Period. Space. Space.

Bandwagons, ships and rafts

Now, for something completely different.

I still find a great deal of humor in all the continuing hubbub over the placement of President-elect Barack Obama's picture in the Craig Daily Press on the day after the election.

My humorous outlook turns into Jane's disturbing laughter when I read that the president-elect wants his administration to be like that of Franklin D. Roosevelt.

I now make a point (a pointed one) of stopping each outspoken Obama supporter I know and asking if they know anything about FDR's multiple terms. All but two are headed back to the history books. One of the remaining is beginning to feel it's time to quietly slip away from the bandwagon.

I gently remind them of their choice, bad as it may have been, and that in the situation we now face, mediocrity is not acceptable. Now, more than ever, we must stand together and forget about the "I was right and he wasn't" argument.

Someone once said that the idea of socialism was like a fine sailing ship. With all sails set, it heads to the horizon and its glorious sunset, and sinks.

A republic is like a raft. It doesn't look like much, your feet are always wet, but no matter what, the darn thing stays afloat.

Until next time :

Yup, there I was, surrounded on one side, when I said to myself, "Self," I said (cuz that's what I call myself when I'm talking to myself), "the only thing we really need to fear is mediocrity."

Thank you for your time.