Ugh. Kouryou-chan is diseased.

Kouryou-chan came down with stomach flu this weekend. It started with a croupy cough and migrated into something more disgusting. I got no sleep either Saturday or Sunday night, and I spent most of Monday with the carpet machine, cleaning out both my car and the path between her bedroom and her bathroom. She's so disappointed; Monday there was going to be a "flying up" ceremony, a graduation, for her moving from Primary to Elementary school over at the Montessori. Damn. Poor little girl; she spent a lot of time curled up in either my or Omaha's arms. She did keep down her dinner, which was mostly just plain cous-cous, which I take as a good sign.

Yamaraashi-chan came home with a cool dictionary, a gift from the Rotary club. It was the Houghton-Mifflin Elementary Student's Dictionary. Oh good, that means the girls won't fight over the one we already have.

Yamaraashi-chan gave me the coolest Father's Day card. It was a hand-made card with a note inside, a list of all the things I do that make her giggle.

I was supposed to go out with a friend tonight. Don't think I'm going to be coherent enough to make it.

Somedays, I verge on anarchism. This is why.

It's the "realistic" so-called libertarians who show up in one or other forum to chide the movement for marginalizing itself by pursuing the "fringe issue" of drug prohibition. But realistically, drug prohibition is the whole political ballgame. It drives the aggrandizement of police power and the paring of civil liberties. It establishes precedents that generalize to other law enforcement issues. It exemplifies and undergirds the principles of the Loco Parentis state. It is everything any libertarianism worthy of the name must not only oppose, but make central. There is no area of American life where the state has said more clearly, "We must be free to kill you with impunity to protect you from making bad choices."

From Unqualified Offerings, and well worth reading.