Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Yeah, about those Million Wimminz Marches today.  Frankly, Ol’ Robbo hasn’t really paid any attention to them himself because so far as I can make out it’s all really nothing more than an organized temper tantrum.

Eldest Gel got an email from her school the other day announcing that it would be sending a bus to the one in DeeCee if any of the students cared to participate.  The Gel told me she was within about half an inch of sending an email back asking, if that were the case, would the school also be sending a bus to the March for Life next Friday?

Prudence stopped her, but still: Heh.

She also keeps getting emails from the Dean of Students forwarding “information and resources” for dealing with the “trauma and stress” of the election.  She actually wrote back to the Dean on this, asking her  to please stop sending these missives a) because the Gel was tired of getting them and b) because not everyone was actually upset by the election results.

The Dean replied that they couldn’t start mucking about with the general campus email list just to accommodate individual student requests and that if the Gel didn’t like them, she should just delete without reading.

I kind of figured that would be the response, but I was glad the Gel made the point anyway.