one of this blog’s most faithful readers emailed me to ask where was my take on the VP debates. she’d apparently been awaiting hellfire and brimstone with bated breath.
i am, like every other american, utterly exhausted with the campaigning at this point. i read all the post-debate opinion pieces and the liveblogs before watching the debate myself, in bed on my iphone the following day. and what i saw left me too sad to write.
i don’t have a television, have never owned one (except for a 6-month bout of temporary insanity having to do with an entirely impossible relationship — when he went, the TV went) (to someone else). i suppose youtube qualifies as a quasi-TV, but i’m okay with that as most tubes don’t bother to assault you with commercials. so for me, watching the 90-minute debate straight through, after having only seen snippets of both candidates beforehand, was eye-opening. illuminating. shocking and sick-making.
the republican party is doing their best to get a halfwit winking bimbo into the white house, one not even well-read enough to know what an “achilles heel” is. and not even a well-meaning bimbo, either, as quite a few alaskans would attest.
this is john mccain’s idea of public service: he’s willing to inflict a brainless incompetent on the whole country if it gives him a better shot of winning the election. too bad that joe biden’s too much of a gentleman to take the rude pundit’s advice.
during the last election, my father (a lifetime republican, and i better not argue with him about it neither, these kids today) asked “where are the statesmen? don’t we have them any more?”
guess not, dad.















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It is exhausting, but I’ve got my fifth wind and I’m going to be blogging and yelling about this right up until election day. Meanwhile…my 401k has sent up a white flag of surrender.
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