I want so badly to keep this blog going, but I burned out a couple of weeks before the election and I don’t have my mojo back just yet. I stopped reading the news, in fact, because I couldn’t take the post-election dissection. The GOP didn’t lose because they failed to pander to Hispanics. They didn’t lose because Mitt Romney sucked. They didn’t lose because the American people are idiots, or because bread and circuses, or because people hate the rich. They didn’t lose because they didn’t get the message out.
They lost because alongside some of the right message, they preached the wrong message. And the wrong message was louder.
They’re not going to get anywhere with hate and bigotry. The entire social conservative agenda has to go. The GOP has got to divorce social conservatism from economic conservatism or they’re not going to win another election anytime soon. Some of us figure that it matters less what those folks think, because there’s not much chance of them managing to push that agenda through into law. But Obamacare, so who knows. In any case, they terrify people with this stuff, and rightly so.
The economic message was not as well explained as it could have been, either. It seems to me that these folks were preaching to the choir, counting on turnout. But Republicans seem not to trust their own party anymore. If you can’t even get them up off their behinds to vote against Obama, you’ve got serious issues. Candidates have to go so far right now to capture the base that the average voter looks at them like they’re Martians. And, culturally speaking, they may as well be.
I’m sorry I wasted a vote on these freaks. I hope Gary Johnson runs again. How the Libertarians shoot themselves in the foot is another (weirdly related) post. But at least they’ve got principles, and ones that aren’t based on denying the personhood of women (another entirely different, but related post).
At this point my worst-case scenario isn’t that another Democrat wins the Presidency in 2016. It’s that the GOP once again doesn’t bother running, and all of the signs point that way. Balance is necessary, and I’m not seeing any to speak of.
It’s not much, but it’s what I can do.
I’m just glad I won’t get home from work until after the polls close. I’ll be too busy to be nervous about the outcome.
Because I have nothing more to say about politics at this point, lookit my pretty scarf!
She’s not the only one, but there are fewer people taking this seriously than I’d like to see. And besides, I have a total blog-crush on UfYH.
Because what in the world do you even say about a comment like this one that the President made last night:
“You mentioned the Navy, for example, and that we have fewer ships than we did in 1916. Well, Governor, we also have fewer horses and bayonets, because the nature of our military’s changed. We have these things called aircraft carriers, where planes land on them. We have these ships that go underwater, nuclear submarines. And so the question is not a game of Battleship, where we’re counting ships. ”
I mean, I’ve got nothing to say about that. All I’ve got is flabbergasted silence.
I hope he’s not surprised when he loses this damnable election.
Eldest child decides she doesn’t want milk at lunch and gets water instead. Thing is, milk is included in the price of the meal, but she had to pay an extra 50 cents for the water.
So they want to cut the calories in the lunches but make them pay for the calorie-free beverage. Nice. #obamalogic
Agree with Glenn that there’s a STEM bubble. I have no evidence for this other than that we’ve watched this play out before over and over again. In the last 15 years or so it’s been teachers, pharmacists, nurses…big talk about shortages tend to result in gluts.
So last year I noticed a few Christmas things pop up very early in my store, and they must have done well because this year? There’s a full aisle of Christmas goodies that’s already gone up.
I know they do this because people want it, but that they want it dents my faith in people a bit.
Every time I think about this election I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. There are just too many people around who want to force everyone to hold a single set of values, chosen for us by the government and the ones who exploited the fear and apathy of the nation to elect them. It breaks my heart. I love my country and my countrymen too much to see this devolution without tears.
We’ve only got a few more weeks until we find out whether there is hope.
I keep thinking about this article that Jay linked yesterday and thinking that if Michelle Obama really wanted to do something about obesity, she’d be campaigning to kill corn subsidies and fix the sugar tariff situation.
That would be just a little politically inconvenient, though, wouldn’t it?
I don’t, however, think that I am wrong in the impression that there’s an awful percentage of the putative “right” punditry that’s ripping Romney apart right now and taking pride in it, ferchrissake.
Knock it off, asshats. It’s not helping. Nor is the hand-wringing despair over, well, just about damned everything.
I want one thing out of this election. I want Barack Obama out of office. I’m starting to feel like I’m alone.
Maybe Ann’s right and y’all should grow a pair and actually support your candidate. We’ll have plenty of time to rip him to shreds once he’s President. In the meantime, there’s work to be done.
What do you do when an applicant just shows up at the office? I had one rather decisive employer who would immediately disqualify any candidate who showed up uninvited. This was back when the job-hunting wisdom looked more favorably upon the dropping-in-to-check-up routine, too (which I never understood in the least, btw).
I figure that showing up uninvited anywhere is such terrible manners that it says something very unflattering about the person who does it. I sure as hell wouldn’t hire someone with such an underdeveloped sense of etiquette. I barely tolerate it with family.
I’m one of those spoilsports who’d had enough of Talk Like a Pirate Day years ago. Just not funny more than once, maybe twice.
So I enjoyed this factual contribution to the day.
There was a big windstorm last night, followed by heavy rain. I believe there were supposed to be some actual thunderstorms somewhere along the line, but I seem to have missed them in my sleep.
So when H and I got to the bus stop this morning, there were, under one of the trees, a bunch of little branches. These were the perfect size: a yard or so long, with side branches and a thin tip that could be snapped off for a good sword fight. I picked one of them up, and then realized that I was off to the side of a crowd of other parents and their children. And I stopped.
I didn’t know if I would become *that* parent and make my kid into *that* child if I went down that route.
Now, I don’t know the other parents out there. To be honest, I’m not much of a talker first thing in the morning, and I have the feeling watching them that the only thing we have in common are kids in the same school. H seems entirely uninterested in playing with the other kids, and seeing as I’ve never seen one of them do anything other than stand by a parent and wait, I can see why. The little boy that my daughters rode the bus with ran and played with them before school, and we frequently had to herd all of them back to the stop when we saw the bus.
I had the feeling that with this group of parents, who still walk their kids all the way up to the door of the bus every day and stand and wave as it pulls away, using soaking wet sticks as swords might seem more than a little inappropriate. And yes, I wondered what the hell has become of the world that I had to stop and actually think about this.
The bus came before I had made up my mind completely, and it’s probably a good thing that it did. After all, while I was thinking I was also snapping twigs off of my sword-to-be.
I love this site: Chains.cc.
I started out with one chain, entitled “Made Bed.” I now have 5 going, ranging from 2 days long to 47 days long.
This thing really looked like a cheesy motivational tool to me, and maybe it is. But it’s also become something of a minimum to-do list. And that’s where its true value has been for me. Instead of flailing about trying to keep everything in the house under some kind of control, I have a short list of daily must-dos. Make the bed and a 20/10 (thank you, UfYH!). A couple of business-ny things. And I’ve got a chain going for knitting/crocheting, because that way I remember to relax and do something I love, even if it’s just 5 minutes a day. It’s remarkably easy to forget to do that.
Anyway, I’m grooving on it at the moment so I wanted to give it a shout-out. Give it a look if you’re so inclined.
I know Jay already posted the various locations of our archives, but I also wanted to drop in a mention of the other two places I’ve been blogging:
For the last 5 years or so I’ve blogged about knitting/crochet, design, and my little business at Neatly Tangled.
For the last month or so, I’ve been at accidentaljedi. I’m not sure what, exactly, I’m going to do with this one given that we reopened this place, but I suspect it will find a place.
I’m skimming through blogs looking at the arrest of this filmmaker and I just can’t figure what I could possibly say about it, other than that I am old enough to have been taught in school that the lack of this sort of behavior (on the part of authorities, to be clear) is/was what made this nation great.
Come to think of it, the number of things that have happened over the last few years (four? eleven?) that were on the list of this-is-why-communism-is-bad-kids when I was a kid? I have things to do today, so I can’t list them all.
Here, have an entirely gratuitous picture of a flower, since I’m short of cats at the moment:
Keep in mind that some of these articles/posts have been open in my browser for the last week, so yes, not only am I behind the times but I have no idea where I found some of them. In any case:
More about the Depression. Like the policy suggestions or not, this lays out the landscape pretty neatly. Ugly freaking landscape, though.
George Takei Wonders What Happened To The Republicans Who Are Against Big Government. Excellent question.
I’m relieved to see that cilantro-hate may not be a character flaw after all.
I want to write more about this later, but I think I would love to have this fellow as my doctor.
I was wondering how long it would be until Gary Johnson’s presence in the race would start to cause some interesting effects.
Again with the Depression.
And lastly, for the moment, I’d just like to point out that I have a serious crush on UfYH. (This may be NSFW depending on your workplace’s tolerance for strong language and/or employees spending hours tumbling through tumblr.)
Just in case Jay doesn’t have a chance to post about it, here is an article that Glenn linked to about Mr. Borlaug, who died three years ago Wednesday.
True heroes are rare, and he was one of the greatest the world has ever known.