Blue skies … check. Blueberries? Just picked eight pounds on Sauvie Island. What else in my life is blue right now? Hmmmm …
A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below. She shouted to him, “Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don’t know where I am.”
The man consulted his portable GPS and replied, “You’re in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above ground elevation of 2,346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “You must be an Obama Democrat.”
“I am,” replied the man. “How did you know?”
“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct. But I have no idea what to do with your information, and I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been much help to me.”
The man smiled and responded, “You must be a Republican.”
“I am,” replied the balloonist. “How did you know?”
“Well,” said the man,
“1. You don’t know where you are — or where you are going.
2. You’ve risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air.
3. You made a promise you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem.
4. You’re in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow, now it’s my fault.”
Awww, I am a lame-o. You are so right.
But I’m so crazy busy in real life.
Classes are good this term, I’m on three committees (Textbooks, Asian Studies, and “CT Bond”) and chair of one, I’m chair of our Subject Area Committee (ie, of all ESOLers districtwide) and am a hair’s-breath away from tenure. I run a sewing group with 220 members and keep my family free from scurvy and beri-beri with my nutritious home-cooked meals. I stay politically engaged (when not politically enraged) and I’m truly, truly a crap typist. I bike *home* from work (if not all the way *to* work). I make my own pickles. And I see live music on occasion.
So when sometimes I blow off my literary followers … all three of you … I can only beg for forgiveness.
I’ll be back with the project-a-week right soon, I swear! It’s been nice to be lazy and skip writing for a whole month, but it’s even nicer to be in touch.
Here’s the letter I an sending to my senators today.
No, No, No.
I am somewhere in between disgust and rage about all this.
I voted Obama for CHANGE – not corporate profits.
I voted Obama for a SINGLE-PAYER SYSTEM – not corporate profits.
I voted Obama – Not Lieberman! Not Stupak! Not Olympia Snowe!
I am begging you: scrap this so-called reform bill.
I want single-payer or as close as we can get, and I want it done by reconciliation, and I want it done NOW – before the ’10 elections.
Don’t you guys get it? You HAD the public behind you. Now, once again, we – ordinary people, struggling to pay our bills – see Democrats snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. We see a party of cowards, rolling over for powerless scumbag Republicans and bending over for the lobbyists. We get it, and we hate it. And as much as we hate the “teabaggers,” we are losing our faith in the Democrats – fast. Hatred of the Fox News puppets won’t be enough to energize us to fight for your party. We’re being sold out, and we know it.
At this rate, Democrats will LOSE in the midterm elections!
When you’ve lost the Senate, Obama will never get a thing passed ever again!
And then Obama, like Carter, will go down in history as the smartest guy, the most compassionate guy, and the most incompetent, pathetic loser ever.
And the left will not get elected again in a generation.
All this because we, who WOULD BE, who SHOULD be your army, organizing and fundraising and heated up to fight the good fight, are disgusted by you. For Christ’s sake!
I plead with you:
Scrap this bill. It will not work, and if the Democrats want to win again in the next decade, you have to have health care reform that actually works – works hard, works fast.
Scrap the “public option.” Medicare IS an existing, working, well-loved single-payer system. We’ve got it! Just EXPAND it! Let anyone – ANYONE – buy in. You’ve killed 2 birds with 1 stone: funded Medicare, and created a single-payer system without reinventing the wheel.
Pass it. Get it through the Senate by reconciliation. Oh, my God, why does ANYONE give Lieberman a second’s worth of their time? He is human filth. He degrades the conversation by being a part of it. He is irrelevant! Get him the HELL out of the conversation! And the same for Ben Nelson, Mary Landrieu, Blanche Lincoln. Zero loyalty, zero guts, zero ethics, all of them. Get them OUT of the conversation – and then kick the OUT of the party. You have reconciliation as an option! We know about this. Just do it! What the hell – do you think the Republicans wouldn’t? Or what? Why the cowardice?
Pass it with a simple majority. And then – make it work. Because, if it works, the Democrats will be in power the next half-century. The Republicans are tearing themselves to pieces; take advantage of that! Get something DONE and make it work! Show some fucking guts and DO SOMETHING.
Or else, so help me God, it’ll be Jeb Bush in the White House and teabaggers in the Senate.
The Democrats will have nailed themselves into their own coffin and spat on their own grave.
And you had better not come whining to me and ask one one penny. I’ll be spitting on your grave, too.
An ordinary voter,
… from a 4-year old’s perspective.
When I went to pick Echo up the other day, a teacher pulled me aside. “Ask about this one,” she said. “It’s got a story behind it.”
The story? “This is me, Mommy, coming out of your stomach. You’re in the hospital and I’m getting born.”
The other night, spending the evening with Papi:
“When I want a baby, Papi, will you find someone to be the daddy?”
“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that one, honey.”
“And will you and Mommy live in the same house with me when I’m a mommy?”
“Sure, honey, if you want us to.”
“I do. I want you can help me take care of my baby. You can stay with me always, until you turn into a spirit. Then I’ll let you go.”
“Wow, Echo. That’s very wise. Do you know what that means, wise?”
“Yes. I know all the words. Wise … cube … Elmo.”
Doing a crazy dance pose: “C’mon everybody! Let’s get working on the movement!”
“Workig on the movement, that’s a good one! Where did you learn that one?”
“From nobody. Just the rock-and-roll bass.”
Just remember, y’all … it’s my favorite holiday of the year … Buy Nothing Day 2009! And thus I’ll treat you to the one and only time that this particular animated hate-droid (whose name I can’t be bothered to type) will ever grace my page. My favorite Christian: Rev. Billy.
Yeah, you. Thanks for being you.
A nice low-key Thanksgiving here: a not-too-fancy dinner. Pumpkin pie. A movie, a pint of cider for me. A steady rain all day and quiet time with my little family. However you spent yours, I hope it too was enjoyable.