This is my once-a-year (or so) foray into politics. Just skip it if you are fatigued about that whole mess. Trust me, I completely understand. These posts afford me a sort of cleansing (exorcism) of political thoughts (demons) from my system. In that respect, they are sort of like an enema.
After completing a 2.5 mile run on the trail where the James River crossed the Blue Ridge Parkway, I plopped down at this sweet picnic area right on the river banks. I was armed with a couple of fresh peaches bought from a roadside stand outside of Buena Vista, VA, a couple of bottles of water, and a printout of the PDF of the Paul Ryan Plan – check that, I mean The Path to Prosperity: Restoring America’s Promise Plan.
I realize that I just painted a weird (and in some respects, absurd) picture. I basically had the entire park to myself surrounded by all this natural beauty, sitting at this picnic table, scarfing down some delicious fresh fruit, and rehydrating with some H20. What in the world was I doing with a printout of the Ryan Plan?