In the last few years, especially since he moved to North Carolina, my Dad has been practicing what I call "the politics of annoyance". He says some pretty outrageous stuff and I think it's mostly to get a rise out of people. Here's a recent transmission:

Me:
My god dad, do you dream about politics at night?

Tom Senior:
No my excitable young son, only during my thrice daily naps and those occasional lapses of consciousness that are the byproduct of my hyper-vigilence. Plus, I have ample time to think.........think and plan......plan and think......always watchful...........waiting and watching....watching and waiting........it's when you let your guard down that they worm their way into your unconscious mind.....boring......deeper and deeper....until one day you awake to find yourself a member of The Young Republicans or The Democratic Youth Council..........unfortunately, by that time, it is too late....far too late.... heeh heeehhhh....but let them try their chicanery, they can't find me here.... I know their tricks....my aluminum foil beanie and the booby traps in the front yard are the only thing between my free will and their tireless efforts to turn me to the Dark Side.......when Nader takes office in November, I've been promised a prominent position in the Ministry of Kickin' It Old Skool. After I assume my position in Nader's cabinet, I will, at that time, go by my astral name, LorTab the Mellow. I guess I just care...maybe too damn much.....maybe not at all.....time for a nap.

Love,
Dad

P.S. You haven't told anyone of my whereabouts have you????.....HAVE YOU?????