Looks like Idaho is turning out the biggest numbers for Ron Paul so far. With 90% of precincts reporting, he has 24% of the vote.

Take note, McCain: 1 in 4 Idaho voters says We Are Not Amused.

P.S. I’ve been in Californiastan for a week and otherwise occupied, but I promise to resume substantive blogging ASAP!

Longtime PGB readers may remember University of Idaho President Tim White - an individual we do not count among our friends.

I’m sure White has long since forgotten the above-linked email exchange with Mike, though as we’ve watched him perpetuate a policy disarming University of Idaho students, we haven’t forgotten at all. (Over time, we’ve learned that it’s not just students he disregards - apparently a large chunk of the faculty dislikes him as well, as he’ll hold little idea-sharing sessions where he pretends to listen to concerns… but ultimately blows everyone off.)

Mike graduated last Saturday. He followed the procedure - pose for a picture here, shake this dean’s hand, pose for another picture, accept your diploma folio… Right up to the part where he was supposed to shake Tim White’s hand as he recessed back to his seat.

White extended his hand - Mike began to walk past.

White extended his hand further - at which time Mike looked at him, shook his head, and said “I’d rather not.”

Mike said White looked like he might get angry - a little red in the face - but then shook his head and turned away.

Today, I’m pleased to announce Tim White will no longer be a blight upon the University of Idaho. He’s announced his acceptance of a position at University of California, Riverside - a place his close-minded, dogmatic adherence to anti-gun policies will be far better received. I’d like to think Mike’s handshake refusal was perhaps a final straw, driving home the point that Tim White is not welcome here.

Good riddance, Tim - your tinpot dictatorship has come to a close. Don’t get the door hit ya where the good lord split ya!

Unfortunately, this blog is going to involve a lot less guns and beer for a while.

But, I have a good reason…

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Background: I was trying to call the DMV. I dialed prefix 882.

Man: “Hello?”
Me: “Hi… this isn’t the DMV, is it.”
Man: “Nope, this is the guitarbecue!”
Me: “I see! I definitely have the wrong number then.”
Man: “Yep, unless you’re interested in guitars or nachos!”
Me: “Well… I do like both of those things, but I doubt you can be much help with my DMV question.”
Man: “I’d certainly like to, but I’m afraid me advising you on such matters is probably against at least one state statute. You might want to try dialing 883.”

I should have asked him where the guitarbecue was being held… I want to go! :(

(Almost as awesome: We passed a house on one of the main streets in town the other day - one of those weird houses located in the middle of an area that is now mostly businesses - and there were a bunch of college students out front barbecuing… with a sign that said “You honk, we drink!”

We honked. They drank.)