Via Paul Cella, over on Obsidian Wings...

Tradition means giving votes to the most obscure of all classes, our ancestors. It is the democracy of the dead. Tradition refuses to submit to the small and arrogant oligarchy of those who just happen to be walking about. All democrats object to men being disqualified by the accident of their birth; tradition objects to their being disqualified by the accident of their death.

-G. K. Chesterton

On an entirely different note, happy Independence Day, all you Stateside Americans out there.

Meh.

Am abruptly quite tired and vaguely ill-tempered.

Should probably eat.

I blame prodigal.

Farmer Snoggle just couldn't figure it out. The salesman had said that the Plow Potato could clear as much land as a team of oxen, but once he had it in harness, it just laid there. Not even dangling a stick of butter in front of it seemed to have any effect, and he was starting to worry that maybe the salesman hadn't been entirely honest with him.

The renowned lizard warriors of Etrajen are best known for their breeding of the hardy desert slug, a fearsome battle gastropod which can go without water for up to fifteen minutes at a stretch.

Many sea creatures are famed for their haunting songs, but only the marine crested snogwoggler is known for its banjo solos.

Et cetera.