Wednesday, September 17, 2008

A Tiny Soapbox

I just can't stand it. I am so angry at the Republicans and John McCain I can't bear to keep it in. I can't laugh, I can't even cry- it is so beyond ridiculous. The nomination of Sarah Palin is a slap in the face of all women. To say that she was the best choice for the campaign is to belittle the careers of many smarter and more established women. Or to suggest that the reason she was chosen was to appeal to the marginalized women out there is another excercise in condescention. To say that we would vote for a vagina- any vagina... rather than someone, regardless of gender who supported our choices and freedoms and education and our families- is so transparent and baffling. Furthermore- to characterize her as a feminist, to accuse the media of sexism, to portray the GOP as the party for women- it such bald-face lying I can barely stomach another word about it.

Our current administration isn't bad enough. But, to me, Gov. Palin's nomination is one of the biggest farses in modern times. To suggest she has a single shred of skill that equips her to run the country is a mockery of our system of government. To suggest that she stands up for what she believes in is one thing... but what about the substance of it? It's not enough to just strap on a big pair of balls and put a truckload of aggression beyond them. This country doesn't need another "act first, think later" kind of person at the helm. We don't need judgmental a-holes, playing "holy-er than thou" while jeopardizing our international ties and financial stability. We've seen what 8 years of this has done for our global diplomacy- not to mention our economy. I mean really... crap. Or fuck. Or fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Yeah, I'm angry. I'm angry and feeling patronized and in total disbelief at the number of people falling hook, line and sinker for the show. And while polls show a drop in their popularity, commensurate with Obama/Biden's gains, I worry that the Rove-esque escapades will pull it off again. That there will be voting "irregularities" and "Supreme Court Decisions" and we will be paddling up an increasingly large creek.

I'm not feeling eloquent, poetic or zen-like tonight. I'm feeling raw. For more coherent and educated banter...
Maureen Dowd
Arianna Huffington

And for a laugh (even if it's a nervous, panicky "this is too creepy to be comedy" laugh)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Onto the next


Fall has suddenly emerged... or snuck up or sunk in its teeth.

It is the time for reveling...
One last swim in the lake
A final ear of fresh corn
Quarts of fresh berries from here and there

The time for preparing...
Making jam, freezing fresh veggies and fruit
Planting a few fall seeds in our cold frame
Tidying up the flower beds
Ordering bulbs

The time for gathering together...
Last picnincs on the waterfront
Welcoming new babies
Harvest festivals and back to school (for some)
New friends acclimating to our community

The time for putting away...
the canoe and hammock
sandtoys, sunscreen and beach towels
sundresses and sandals (not quite)

A time for getting my shit together. Touching my feet to the ground.