Friday, January 01, 2021

To Count The Votes

 The 12th Amendment says the President of the Senate presided over the joint session of Congress to receive and accept the outcome of the electoral college proceedings. That’s a recognition of the position of the Vice President over the Speaker of the House in the Constitutional pecking order. And the ceremonial stature of the Senate over the House. But the President of the Senate is supposed to preside at all Senate proceedings, and in his/her absence, the President pro tempore presides. Same thing can happen (and has) at the joint session prescribed by the 12th Amendment.

So the argument of Gohmert, et al., fails on its face. The office of the Vice President has no power not otherwise granted the President pro tem of the Senate under the 12th Amendment. The 12th Amendment puts somebody in charge of the joint session. It doesn’t put somebody in charge of the electoral process. In so far as anyone is in charge of that, it’s the states. The only role Congress even has, barring a true conflict in the results, is a ceremonial one. They formally acknowledge the vote of the states and formally put the President in office, so he’ll understand how the power arrangement works: the people, and then their elected representatives, and through those two bodies, the POTUS.

But nothing in the Constitution gives Congress, or the President of the Senate, the authority to override the people just because some in Congress don’t like the way some states ran the election.

(The argument there was states that count absentee ballots on or after Election Day, shouldn’t. Or their votes shouldn’t count. Because he doesn’t like that. I’m dead serious.)

Or Someone Under 30...

...who knows who Moynihan is (was).

Who Makes The Rules Wins The Game

The other point about the houses setting rules for this quadrennial matter is that neither the 12th Amendment nor the Electoral Count Act establishes what manner of vote must prevail to approve objections to the electoral college slates. Simple majority? 2/3rds? 3/4s?

Congress does get to decide its rules. Don’t doubt the power of that.

The Best And The Brightest

It’s like playing chess with a two-year old; who thinks the game is to not eat the pieces.

Sure He Has

To the second point: the dumbest thing imaginable was how well that worked. To the first point: yeah, not so much. Leaderlyship, right? If only we had, I dunno, some kind of centralized government to coordinate the effort with 50 state governments. Or to lead in suppression of the virus in the first place.

A Meditation for the New Year: 2021


Ecclesiastes 3:1-13
3:1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

3:2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

3:3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

3:4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

3:5 a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

3:6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away;

3:7 a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

3:8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

3:9 What gain have the workers from their toil?

3:10 I have seen the business that God has given to everyone to be busy with.

3:11 He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.

3:12 I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live;

3:13 moreover, it is God's gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.

Psalm 8
8:1 O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens.

8:2 Out of the mouths of babes and infants you have founded a bulwark because of your foes, to silence the enemy and the avenger.

8:3 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established;

8:4 what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?

8:5 Yet you have made them a little lower than God, and crowned them with glory and honor.

8:6 You have given them dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under their feet,

8:7 all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field,

8:8 the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the seas.

8:9 O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

Revelation 21:1-6a
21:1 Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.

21:2 And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.

21:3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them as their God; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them;

21:4 he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away."

21:5 And the one who was seated on the throne said, "See, I am making all things new." Also he said, "Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true."

21:6a Then he said to me, "It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end.

Matthew 25:31-46
25:31 "When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, then he will sit on the throne of his glory.

25:32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats,

25:33 and he will put the sheep at his right hand and the goats at the left.

25:34 Then the king will say to those at his right hand, 'Come, you that are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world;

25:35 for I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me,

25:36 I was naked and you gave me clothing, I was sick and you took care of me, I was in prison and you visited me.'

25:37 Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry and gave you food, or thirsty and gave you something to drink?

25:38 And when was it that we saw you a stranger and welcomed you, or naked and gave you clothing?

25:39 And when was it that we saw you sick or in prison and visited you?'

25:40 And the king will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did it to one of the least of these who are members of my family, you did it to me.'

25:41 Then he will say to those at his left hand, 'You that are accursed, depart from me into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels;

25:42 for I was hungry and you gave me no food, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink,

25:43 I was a stranger and you did not welcome me, naked and you did not give me clothing, sick and in prison and you did not visit me.'

25:44 Then they also will answer, 'Lord, when was it that we saw you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not take care of you?'

25:45 Then he will answer them, 'Truly I tell you, just as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.'

25:46 And these will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life."

It took me a few days to realize these are good words for starting off the new year. They are the lectionary selections for New Year's Day.

These are challenging words to start a new year with; judgmental words, even. "To everything there is a season" already violates our sense of time: we don't want things to be seasonal, we want them to be occasional, and the occasion to be right now, if we need it; and later, if we don't need it right now. We don't want time to come in order, unless it's tax time coming only once a year, and Christmas coming only once a year, but then only because we don't like taxes, and we start Christmas earlier and earlier, and the sooner it's over the better! Then there's that funny part that, as we get older, Christmas and taxes and whatever else we look forward to but don't really, seems to come faster and faster and more and more often. We've really kind of broken the seasons, in fact; literally as well as figuratively. Long out of school as most of us are, our lives are still ruled by school holidays: summer, then Christmas break, then the Easter holiday, then summer again. But the seasons mean less to us than to farmers. One season just means we run the A/C, the other just means we run the heat; and in between the most agricultural practice we follow is whether to mow, rake, or shovel. There is no rhythm to our seasons anymore, except the rhythm of shopping (Christmas, especially after Thanksgiving Day) or school (summer, the afore-mentioned holidays).

Just to think that "To everything there is a season" is already to put ourselves out of primary position, out of first place, out of the driver's seat. We don't want to be in charge (who wants the responsibility?), but we want to be in control. So to everything there is a season, when those seasons and those things suit us, and serve us, and please us. Otherwise, away with them, please!

But the Preacher doesn't give us that. He puts us out of control, but recognizes how disturbed we are by that. Indeed, there is nothing new under the sun! This is the beginning of wisdom:


I have seen the business that God has given to everyone to be busy with. He has made everything suitable for its time; moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I know that there is nothing better for them than to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live; moreover, it is God's gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.
Now there, at least, is a change: eating and drinking and working are not punishments and drudgeries, they are pleasures we all should enjoy. Easy enough to remember during these holidays (unless you are the one in the kitchen all the time! Been there, done that, own the franchise!). God, we are assured, has made everything suitable for its time. And when things are not suitable, is that God, too? Or is that human beings, trying to play at God? Is the basiliea tou theou a place where no one works and everyone eats without labor? Or is it a place where everyone enjoys their food and their drink and their labor, too? But that labor serves everyone, not just those who claim to be in control of the system; until they are not.

That, too, is a meditation for this new year.

We have a sense of the past and the future in our minds, Eccelesiastes tells us, yet even with that we cannot seem to see beyond the present, or to think beyond our own needs. And that brings us to what I'd always thought were the harsh words of Matthew, the parable that revolves around the painful and fearful question: "Lord, when did we see you?"

I don't know if Matthew even meant to add the emphasis on "see," but I inevitably do. It makes these words so plaintive, this question so freighted with despair, that it breaks my heart everytime I read it. So when I read these words as part of the New Year's Day lectionary, I had to hesitate. I had to hesitate a few days before I could say anything from them. And then I realized these words don't have to be said at all, that these words could be a blessing on another year, a statement of Christology, even, that could start the year off in ways new and unexpected and as a blessing. Because what does this story say? It says, as Leonard Bernstein once wrote, that God is the simplest of all. And that all you have to do, in your everyday life, in your quotidian existence, in your daily efforts of labor and eating and drinking, is to see your brother, your sister, hungry, naked, in jail...and do something for them. Anything. A little thing. A meal; a cup of water; a visit. And doing that for them, you actually do it for God. Imagine that. How simple is it? You spend your time looking for God, looking for something to fulfill your days, to satisfy your needs, and there it is beside you the whole time, and what's asked of you? Almost nothing. What does it take to serve God? Almost nothing.

"Our hearts are restless until they rest in thee," Augustine famously said; and somebody took off with that and called it a "God-shaped hole" in us that we must fill, and that became exclusionary and the favorite hammer of the fundamentalists with which to prey up on the rest of us, and for a long time I couldn't make peace with Augustine because of it, and I just rejected the idea outright. And then, just yesterday, just a day or two ago now, I understood. It isn't that we have this hole, this lacking, this emptiness that only "God" can fill. It is that we have needs, wants, desires, which are bottomless: and there are good ways to satisfy them, and less good; and even bad ways. And the fullest satisfaction, we can call "God." So that Christ is both the teacher, and the teaching. And the teaching is that we can simply find God, in simply seeing others as human beings, too. Which brings us to what John saw, on the island of Patmos: the new heaven, and the new earth; and the new Jerusalem, where God lives with all the people. All the people who are God's people.

It is to hard to see it, isn't it? War widespread and spreading; famine created largely by failures in distribution; diseases rampant that don't need to be; people oppressed because those with power find it easier to be oppressive than humane. Disease that divides us, frightens us, seems bent on destroying us. It is so easy to start another year in judgment, and to use these words like a cudgel, to lay about against our opponents and our enemies and in trying to destroy them to simply make more of them. It is the task of killing the hydra, and we never think to kill the body instead of hacking at the heads.

To everything there is a season; and this is the season of reassessing, and reconsidering. This is the pause we allow ourselves, to consider what courses we have followed, and what courses we could choose, if only we would be wise. It is really very simple, and it really does all come down to this: God has made everything suitable for its time. When you see someone in need, whether it is great need or small, you see the Christ, the Anointed One: you see God. And you have your chance to serve the Messiah. And the new heaven and the new earth and the new Jerusalem where God dwells with all the people, is a vision of here and now, not the sweet bye and bye. If God has put a sense of past and future into our heads, but we still cannot find out what God has done from beginning to end, why can't this be true? Why can't the Revelation speak of the continuing present, one continuing for nearly 2000 years? Why should this year be any different from the last, except that we start it off with new eyes, seeing through new hearts, serving with new joy? What are we that God is mindful of us, and yet God has put us in charge of all this? It is a wonderful responsibility. It is a great joy. This is the day the Lord has made; and the year; and the lifetime; and the whole of creation. Rejoice and be glad in it.

Happy New Year. Allow every season its time; allow all your time its, not your, purpose. Look for the Christ. He is easy to find. And help him. It's all you have to do, to serve him. What could be a better way to start the new year, than that?

January 1, 2021: Hogmanay!!!



Hogmanay of the sack

Hogmanay of the sack,
Hogmanay of the sack,
Strike the hide,
Strike the hide.

Hogmanay of the sack,
Hogmanay of the sack,
Beat the skin,
Beat the skin.

Hogmanay of the sack,
Hogmanay of the sack,
Down with it! up with it!
Strike the hide.

Hogmanay of the sack,
Hogmanay of the sack,
Down with it! up with it!
Beat the skin.

Hogmanay of the sack,
Hogmanay of the sack.

Hogmanay Carol

I am now come to your country,
To renew to you the Hogmanay,
I need not tell you of it,
It was in the time of our forefathers.

I ascend by the door lintel,
I descend by the doorstep,
I will sing my song becomingly,
Mannerly, slowly, mindfully.

The Hogmanay skin is in my pocket,
Great will be the smoke from it presently.
The house-man will get it in his hand,
He will place its nose in the fire;
He will go sunwards round the babes,
And for seven verities round the housewife.

The housewife it is she who deserves it,
The hand to dispense to us the Hogmanay,
A small gift of the bloom of summer,
Much I wish it with the bread.

Give it to us if it be possible,
If you may not, do not detain us;
I am the servant of God's Son at the door,
Arise thyself and open to me.

The song of Hogmanay

Now since we came to the country
To renew to you the Hogmanay,
Time will not allow us to explain,
It has been since the age of our fathers.

Ascending the wall of the house,
Descending at the door,
My carol to say modestly,
As becomes me at the Hogmanay.

The Hogmanay skin is in my pocket,
Great the fume that will come from that;
No one who shall inhale its odour,
But shall be for ever from it healthy.

The house-man will get it in his grasp,
He will put its point in the fIre;
He will go sunwise round the children,
And very specially round the goodwife.

The wife will get it, she it is who deserves it,
The hand to distribute the Hogmanay,
The hand to bestow upon us cheese and butter,
The hand without niggardliness, without meanness.

Since drought has come upon the land,
And that we do not expect rarity,
A little of the substance of the summer,
Would we desire with the bread.

If that we are not to have it,
If thou mayest, do not detain us;
I am the servant of God's Son on Hogmanay,
Arise thyself and open the door.
Hogmanay here! Hogmanay here!

Hogmanay
We are come to the door,
To see if we be the better of our visit,
To tell the generous women of the townland
That tomorrow is Calendae Day.

After being entertained the guisers go sunwise round the fire singing:

May God bless the dwelling,
Each stone, and beam, and stave,
All food, and drink, and clothing.
May health of men be always there.

Should the guisers be inhospitably treated, they file round the fire withershins walk out, and raise a cairn in or near the door, called carnan mollachd (cairn I malison), carnan cronachd (scathe, or evil, cairn).
They tramp loudly, shaking the dust of the place off their feet, and intoning' a deep voice the following and other maledictions:
The malison of God and of Hogmanay be on you,
And the scathe of the plaintive buzzard,
Of the hen-harrier, of the raven, of the eagle,
And the scathe of the sneaking fox.
The scathe of the dog and of the cat be on you,
Of the boar, of the badger, and of the brugha,
Of the hipped bear and of the wild wolf,
And the scathe of the foul foumart.

(All selections from Carmina Gadelica, ed. Alexander Carmichael)


Thursday, December 31, 2020

Future’s So Bright...

I don’t know about that.  But he is nutty as a fruitcake:
Always somebody elses's fault: And... Last time I looked, 140 isn’t even half of 435, much less a majority. So, who cares?

Besides, it's not like they really mean it.
Frankly, I’m ready to stop talking about this.

Yeah...L. Lin Wood Is Nuts

"Conspiracy" Is....

The fear of incoherence; and ambiguity.  Christianity calls that "mystery," and puts it at the beating heart of its doctrine, its teachings, its beliefs.

And frankly, it's when we don't, that what we teach as "Christian" stops being precisely that.

But there's no question we fear incoherence and ambiguity; and it's why we seek patterns and meaning and understanding in everything around us.  Conspiracy also hinges on one other essential:  the "secret knowledge" that not everyone has; or even acknowledges.
At extremes, it's just plain nuts.

Better Question

Who considers them "elite"?

A Little Knowledge

And what they tell Kristol is: Be afraid! Be very afraid! Beware the “I’s” of January!

Yes! The three “I’s!” Iraq! Insurrection Act! And Insanity!

Iraq: the fear, of course, is that Trump starts a war, because Trump is so bellicose. But Trump is a bully. All bullies speak loudly and carry a small stick.  Trump is no more going to start a war with Iraq than he’s going to convince the Congress to appoint him President.  Reagan was more belligerent when he invaded Grenada than Trump has ever been or will ever be.

The Insurrection Act: this was last invoked in 1992. Surprisingly, it did not create a Constitutional crisis. It was used to quell rioters after the Rodney King trial. If the Proud Boys start riots in D.C., Trump can’t use the act because D.C. is not in a state. The Feds already have authority there. He can’t use such civil unrest to send the military or National Guard to other states to seize voting machines, either. The Insurrection Act only allows the President to enforce state laws to restore order. It does not make him an all-powerful dictator.

Insanity: Trump gets to act insane in his official capacity only so far as we let him. Pro tip: Tweets are not within the official capacity of the POTUS. And now that he’s a lame duck, he’s weaker than a mad king surrounded by faithless courtiers.

Kristin says we must be aware and pay attention. He might as well say we must run in circles, screaming and shouting, with our hair on fire. We would do as much good. For the last four years we have relied on our public institutions, and where they weren’t under the incompetence of the Administration, they have served us well. Since November the courts have capably handled Trump’s idiotic attempts to stay in office (or, more accurately, to not be a loser). Even Sen. Johnson from Wisconsin acknowledged that Biden will be President in January. The military is not going to follow an unlawful order. Armed soldiers are not going to invade warehouses in Georgia seeking computer hardware.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. Trump only has the power we give him, and at this point nobody who wields real governmental power is giving him the time of day. Be afraid if you like, but who among you, by worrying, can add one hair to your head?

I’m Gonna Miss It When It’s Gone

The older I get, the more my misanthropy defines me.  I'll fondly remember the days when the world was on my terms.

New Year's Eve 2020



Time is told by death, who doubts it? But time is always halved--for all we know, it is halved--by the eye-blink, the synapse, the immeasurable moment of the present. Time is only the past and maybe the future; the present moment, dividing and connecting them, is eternal. The time of the past is there, somewhat, but only somewhat, to be remembered and examined. We believe that the future is there too, for it keeps arriving, though we know nothing about it. But try to stop the present for your patient scrutiny, or to measure its length with your most advanced chronometer. It exists, so far as I can tell, only as a leak in time, through which, if we are quiet enough, eternity falls upon us and makes its claim. And here I am, an old man, traveling as a child among the dead.

We measure time by its deaths, yes, and by its births. For time is told also by life. As some depart, others come. The hand opened in farewell remains open in welcome. I, who once had grandparents and parents, now have children and grandchildren. Like the flowing river that is yet always present, time that is always going is always coming. And time that is told by death and birth is held and redeemed by love, which is always present. Time, then, is told by love's losses, and by the coming of love, and by love continuing in gratitude for what is lost. It is folded and enfolded and unfolded forever and ever, the love by which the dead are alive and the unborn welcomed into the womb. The great question for the old and the dying, I think, is not if they have loved and been loved enough, but if they have been grateful enough for love received and given, however much. No one who has gratitude is the onliest one. Let us pray to be grateful to the last.
--Wendell Berry, Andy Catlett: Early Travels

Profile In Impotence

Shouting into the void.

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

We’re Really Upset By Kneeling, Aren’t We?

But is the slave kneeling? Or rising?  The argument for the postures is the slave is removing his chains as Lincoln protects him.  The argument against it is the slave is kneeling.

Half-empty? Or half-full?

Shorter Trump: “It’s Never My Fault!”

Meanwhile, back in the Naval Observatory: From 2 million administered to 20 million distributed in just 7 days? Yeah, that’ll happen. And what good does it do to have 18 million doses floating around? Trump is blaming the states.  Considering how many of those states are rural and poor (Arkansas, New Mexico, the Dakotas, for starters), that’s pretty chickenshit. Considering how our governments should work together, not in opposition, it’s a complete dereliction of duty by the POTUS.

The Democrats Made Me Do It!

Hawley is not challenging the election outcome; he's grandstanding to force an investigation. 

1) Unless Mo Brooks makes the same objection about Pennsylvania in the House, this doesn't trigger the provisions of the Electoral Count Act (per the plain language of the ECA.  But Congress could write new rules concerning how objections must be stated.  See below.).  Hawley has to coordinate with Brooks, and I don't think he wants to.

2)  Hawley is plainly stating he's negotiating.  If McConnell gives Hawley what he wants, i.e., the power to start an investigation (provided McConnell has that power after January 5th), will Hawley stand down?

3)  Hawley is predicating this on the 2004 and 2016 objections (anybody else remember those?) of Democrats, which he says were widely praised (again:  anybody?  Bueller?  Ferris Bueller?).  He's looking for attention and an angle to continue this discussion after the inauguration.  But he's not contesting Biden's election.  He's swatting at even less substantial shadows than Trump and Powell and Lin Woods.  His complaint is with Twitter and Facebook (shades of Sec. 230!).  He's aiming this directly at McConnell's poison pills, in fact, in an attempt (probably; most likely) to get McConnell to abandon that effort so the $2000 checks can flow to Missouri.  Hawley doesn't want to prematurely attack Section 230; he just wants to talk about the "bias" of Twitter and Facebook against conservatives some more.  Especially since he represents Missouri, and Biden is gonna be POTUS.

4) Not to be overlooked is the possibility the House and Senate adopt new rules (they can do that!) regarding how the joint session mandated by the 12th Amendment is handled.  They could adopt rules that subtly undercut the power of the Electoral Count Act, including that the objections in House and Senate must be the same in all respects, and setting rules for how such objections are submitted and recognized.  Lots of ways the Dems can play with this, or McConnell, for that matter.  And no matter how many objections force debates in each house, it's a foregone conclusion, because the Democratic House is not going to vote to sustain an objection to Biden's inauguration (and that's where the rules enter.  The rules could allow a voice vote on all objections, with cloture of debate made a similarly simple matter.  The ECA just says each house must debate up to 2 hours; it's doesn't set that as a required minimum.  And voice votes speed the plow and move the process along.)

Wheels within wheels within wheels.  This may not even be a speed bump on January 6th, which is why Hawley's announcing it now.  He doesn't want to win the objection; he wants the leverage.

December 30, 2020: Comites Christi

The days after Christmas honor the Comites Christi, the companions of Christ. They are honored with feast days following Christmas, especially Stephen and the Holy Innocents. But those are particulars, and we want the category.  There is no better introduction to the Comites Christi than the words of St. Augustine: 

Consider what is said to you: Love God. If you say to me: Show me whom I am to love, what shall I say if not what Saint John says: No one has ever seen God! But in case you should think that you are completely cut off from the sight of God, he says: God is love, and he who remains in love remains in God. Love your neighbor, then, and see within yourself the power by which you love your neighbor; there you will see God, as far as you are able. 

Begin, then, to love your neighbor. Break your bread to feed the hungry, and bring into your home the homeless poor; if you see someone naked, clothe him, and do not look down on your own flesh and blood. 

What will you gain by doing this? Your light will then burst forth like the dawn. Your light is your God; he is your dawn, for he will come to you when the night of time is over. He does not rise or set but remains for ever. 

In loving and caring for your neighbor you are on a journey. Where are you traveling if not to the Lord God, to him whom we should love with our whole heart, our whole soul, our whole mind? We have not yet reached his presence, but we have our neighbor at our side. Support, then, this companion of your pilgrimage if you want to come into the presence of the one with whom you desire to remain for ever.

Gotta Speak Up For My State

How many cities in Ontario? Alaska? And cities do not include small clusters of buildings. Besides, you can go from El Paso to California without seeing much of any civilization. Or New Mexico, Arkansas, or Mississippi, for that matter. Oklahoma is pretty much OKC and Tulsa, too. Believe me, between Florida and California, Texas is an oasis.

Besides, Texas is bigger than Ontario, and Houston has more people than the whole province. And whaddya got in Ontario? Tim Horton’s?  Not even Tex-Mex? Much less BBQ? And Alaska? Is there anything in Alaska? Besides ice and mosquitoes, I mean. And 1000 miles in a straight line and you can’t leave the state? Cool story, bro.