John Garland makes his Presidential Endorsement

I'm not voting for Won Paul, Mommy, says my five year old over a lunch of soup and grilled cheese, wike you and Daddy. He remembers campaigning for Ron Paul during the primaries. He wore a pint-size Ron Paul shirt and could seriously explain the finer points of Austrian economics better than many MBAs I know.

Oh? I ask. There is a candidate you like better?

Yep, he declares. Geowge Washington. Off he ambles, reciting In pwin-kippio ewat wewbum (In principio erat verbum, John 1:1 in Latin) to release a tree frog he found, and to collect some aging ferns to try to see their sporangia under the microscope.



Not me, declares his ten-year-old sister. I like Palin. She has a bunch of kids, keeps a home, and the whole entire State of Alaska.

She's got a big gun, says JG. Is she wunning with Won Paul?

No, says Fairlie, 7, the most adamant of them all. She's running with McCain, and that's who I'll vote for. As if that settles the issue.

I didn't have a chance to let her give me her version of taxes, war, foreign policy or cleaning up the financial mess.