On My Way

My nephew Jimmy says the email is gone. Completely useless. May not work again for weeks, if ever. He's spitting furious at Ron Paul, but now I almost admire the man. From what Jimmy says, his hordes are unstoppable. Utterly invincible. Complete desolation. Oh, for the days.

Jimmy is also angry at me for admitting that I didn't know who Ron Paul was. He says everyone who has a blog has to know who Ron Paul is. OK, fine, so now I know. But that wasn't enough. "Uncle," he says, "you're an important world leader. I want you to go to the United States. I want you to meet with the people who are running to be President."

I told him no. I just don't travel as much as I used to. So then I'm telling all this to my good friend Asashoryu, and Asashoryu says, "Temujin, it is a wonderful idea. You should do this. I will go with you, it will give us time to spend together."

So I agreed. Jimmy and Asashoryu will make all the arrangements. They say all I will have to do is talk to the candidates and make an endorsement. At least I will get to spend some time with an old friend.