Home Fires Burning.

The first Primary in the Nation is long over, but all is not love and peace in the LARC household; for though we are both Democrats, dedicated to overthrowing the evil tyranny of the conservative far right, we cannot agree on a candidate.  And apparently, we're not alone .

Not that the strife of other households matter to us any when we're in the throes of one of our many--unintended--political cat fights.  Lionel's passion for Barack Obama's inspiring rhetoric combined with my coldly logical Hillary Clinton realism makes for high seas on the relatively calm waters of Half Moon Pond.  This has never happened to us before.  Why can't we agree?  

Maybe it's cabin fever.  

Sugaring season is nigh upon us, though, and we're once again uniting and eyeing the neighbors' untapped lines, waiting for the right moment to string up our own.  It's been a real winter this year, though rainy of late, and we're hoping for a satisfying season.  While we're out enjoying the melting snow, the Democrats will rage on about the role of superdelegates and who is better than who.  In the end it doesn't matter--one of them will be the President of the United States.  Given the vitriol with which it is clear we Democrats can spit at each other, the Republicans don't stand a chance.