About WolfPack

Over the years, around the kitchen table, the Goddard Family (actually 6 brothers and 4 sisters) have engaged in wild arguments over politics. Our viewpoints range from the far right to the far left and none of us takes "losing an argument" lightly. So, we've decided to take our battles public under the banner of “The WolfPack Journal” in the hope that we have some welcome relief at the dinner table, and no longer disturb the neighbors with loud swearing amd punching the air in front of our monitors in the wee hours of the morning.

We come by our deep rooted political animus honestly. We came of age during the Vietnam era; some of us joined the Army, some joined the Navy and the rest kept a bag packed by the back door ready to make a dash for the border if the local Draft Board ever came calling. Fortunately for our family, none of us were ever called on to test our fanatical beliefs down the sights of a rifle or through the winters of Montreal.

Our father though, spent some rough time in the Army (WWII) with the First Infantry Division in New Guinea where he was under fire often enough to have received the Bronze Star for Valor, but it was malaria and scrub-typhus that finally cut him down. He returned to the states weighing 80 lbs and completely blind.

Eventually he recovered his health and eye-sight and while he was proud of his own service to the country, he became a “raging dove” over the prospect of any of his sons going to Vietnam and suffering the same fate he had, or worse.

At age 88 he is still at it – he and Mom were both on campus this past summer at the University of Arkansas waving signs and raising a ruckus at the “99% demonstrations”. You see, he still sits at the kitchen table and wages war with his sons against whatever grotesque or ludicrous program he sees the government, or BIG business, coming up with next.

So, by the forces of “nature and nurture” we have evolved into the WOLFPACK. Please stay tuned to read about our picking each other apart, sometimes using heavy body blows, other times friendly persuasion and occasionally brotherly love. But stay alert because mayhem strikes suddenly in the range of the WOLFPACK!