I got the kid Robin Hood today.
Not the book, not the men in tights, not the Prince of Thieves. I got him Robin Hood. The original Disney movie, complete with baby Prince John and obsequious Sir Hiss and a minstrel narration. With Robin Hood, wily and sly. Maid Marian, beautiful and good. The Sheriff, a fat blister. The people of Nottingham, downtrodden but never hopeless. Friar Tuck! I should have known I'd end up Catholic, with him as the priest paragon.
That movie-- I mean, for real. That movie. It is beautiful. I love it in so many ways, and for so many reasons.
And although that is the perfect entreé to a post about it, I am so tired and mildly intoxicated it may have to wait 'til tomorrow.
Suffice it to say, redistribution of wealth has never been so attractive to this Libertarian.
Not the book, not the men in tights, not the Prince of Thieves. I got him Robin Hood. The original Disney movie, complete with baby Prince John and obsequious Sir Hiss and a minstrel narration. With Robin Hood, wily and sly. Maid Marian, beautiful and good. The Sheriff, a fat blister. The people of Nottingham, downtrodden but never hopeless. Friar Tuck! I should have known I'd end up Catholic, with him as the priest paragon.
That movie-- I mean, for real. That movie. It is beautiful. I love it in so many ways, and for so many reasons.
And although that is the perfect entreé to a post about it, I am so tired and mildly intoxicated it may have to wait 'til tomorrow.
Suffice it to say, redistribution of wealth has never been so attractive to this Libertarian.
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