Patterico’s Pontifcations has asked bloggers to make a pledge that even if the FEC limits bloggers on freedom of speech, that they will keep blogging their opinions. The FEC will have to pry the keyboard from my cold, dead fingers.

And the government will have to pry my gun from my cold, dead fingers as well, if it comes to that. Gun control really means using both hands. Or so said a sticker in Vegas.

As you can see, I’m back from spring break, and I had a blast. I have been loosely following the Terri case with increasing dismay. I think the media has been reporting this horribly; I am not convinced she is in a vegetative state, and even of the legality of pulling her feeding tube.

I bought some wonderful books during my time away, The SAS Manuel of Mental Endurance, which is basically taking the skills used by the British Secret Air Service (at least, I think that’s what it is, someone correct me if I’m wrong) and putting it in word form. Interesting, and definitely useful. Another is What Every Person Should Know About War, which is compiled by Chris Hobbes, I believe his name is. No political junk, just hard, cold statistics about war, torture, and death. A little disturbing to read at time, because you are forced to think about things that perhaps you’d rather not. However, I have found it immensely valuable.

Later there will be more parsing of news and events; I will need to go soon since my lunch break is almost over. I have more homework tonight than I’d like to think about. This is the time of year when I curl up in a fetal positions and chant: “only two months till summer, only two months till summer”, and try not to think about natural logrithms, the constant R, or why I shouldn’t speak in a passive voice. I think this part of the school year is the hardest because I just returned from Arizona, where I could have been quite content to stay, and have returned to the world of blearly glances at the coffee pot and adrenline-powered all-nighters. Alas.

Still, every now and then I pause to taste the political air, so to speak, and I find that revolution is still heavy within it. The events that are transpiring are… Well, mind boggling.