"I guess a small-town mayor is sort of like a community organizer — except that you have actual responsibilities,"
Sarah “Lady Pistol” Palin
I guess if you don’t know what the fucking Vice-President does then it’s not surprising that you might get a little confused about the duties of a community organizer.
I watched Palin’s speech on my computer (no TV since 97 – don’t miss it) and I have to say a chill ran through me. Remember how those two awesome ladies, Ann Richards and Molly Ivins, now both dead, warned us about underestimating George Bush and his political skill? I think the same can be said about this red-necked, gun-toting, over-zealous breeder. She has an appeal to the Fox News watching, huntin’, debt accruing, trans fat eating American crowd for sure. She made having a special-needs 4 month old an asset (“Those of you with special needs kids will now have an advocate in the White House.”) without mentioning any social programs to help special needs kids that haven’t already been decimated would be further eroded under McCain/Palin. She made her daughter’s impending shotgun marriage ( and Levi knows Mrs. Palin is a good shot and already owns the shotguns, so he had reason to be nervous!) seem like an occasion for joy. She was snarky in that way only cute women can get away with. If Hillary had said some of the stuff she said, she would be “bitter” or “bitchy.” But a cutie like Palin says it and she’s a sassy little rascal. I speak as a cute woman who gets away with a lot of bullshit. I know, believe me.
I hope we can keep focused on the real issues facing this country. I hope Barack will not be driven off message by the pitbull in lipstick. I hope Biden is courteous and subtly condescending in the debates.
In other news, I love watching the action and listening to conversations from of my deck. Why just the other night I watched Raymond Burr haul pieces of his wife out of his apartment in….wait, that was Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window, not me. I was just listening to a toddler on the street melt down to his mom. “Tell me the plan!” he bellowed, face swollen from crying. “TELL….ME…..THE…..PLAN!” I felt for the poor agenda driven waif. Remember when you were a kid and every minute of the day was NOT scheduled? I remember when a mom’s only job in the summertime was to serve you 3 meals and get you to bed on time. Your job was to keep the hell out of her way. Now I’m not suggesting the only alternatives are between
“The Lord of the Flies Parenting Handbook” and a campaign press junket, I’m just saying we’ve got kind of attached to sticking to “THE PLAN” and it’s infected the young-uns.
Meanwhile, two great parents and people I adore more than almost anyone are going through the health crisis of their lives and all I can think about is how much I love them and what I wouldn’t trade to have a week of being able-bodied so I could do their laundry, cook their dinner and distract their kids. Oh precious readers, whatever is plaguing you - how bad can it really be? If you and your family are healthy – go have a great weekend, have fun, eat an extra helping of dessert.
Rumi says: People want you to be happy, don’t keep serving them your pain.