Grrr, I'm really annoyed at myself. No matter how hard I try to write a new blog about how I feel Obama is becoming more of a preacher in a travelling tent every day (and what is this bullshit about inclusion in the 'big tent' political cliche crap?), no matter how hard I try to write a follow up to the shooting on my street when a 51 year old black woman was shot to death by a black Berkeley officer (why mention his race? Because, godammit, it's been raised by neighbors who somehow seem even more incensed that he was black, than if he had not been. Is it a more egregious shooting? I don't think so). I have tried to write about how much relationship drama I seem to circulate in, and before you start lecturing me, it is not all of my making. But man it just does my head in. And on top of this lack of good ideas, I'm having trouble starting a piece of writing for which I might actually get paid. Freaking bejesus. What is wrong with me?
Obama feels like the guy with a bottle of elixir, and everywhere the circus sets up the tent, people faint as they try to get a whiff of that stuff. He makes claims about the benefits of the potion he's carrying in his hands and condemns the competition for running ads that question whether the small blue bottle with the simple formula is nothing more than rose flavored tap water. Do you know what I mean? I listen to him, I really do, and feel like pulling my car over and beating the radio to death. He's more preacher than Huckabee. He's more supercilious than Newt. He's more ethical than Miss Manners. He's more popular than Jesus, at the moment. Step aside John Lennon. Simply - he scares me. He can't deliver on the promises because he may not have that majority in the Senate the Dems need to fully undo and re-do the stitching in DC.
I think the Dems missed the chance to have a knowledgeable, work both sides of the aisle Prez. I think many Dems are beginning to see the dreadful truth here. Hillary will not win, but I've been saying that for over a year. A few people owe me for that prediction. But Obama? Who knew the American Idol producers were pulling the levers?
As to the shooting a block from me. Wow, it feels sadder and sadder to me. I understand that a cop makes a quick judgement about the safety of himself or others. I don't know exactly what happened. It scares me senseless that a woman got shot to death in her own home while under the influence of some product, while with her family. It's just wrong. I'll come back to this.
It's raining again, I've had a really bad cold for days, doping myself with Zicam, Sudafed, Advil and lots and lots of coffee. I think that is the key to successfully fighting off most bugs. But I hate this weather. I live with my dogs and cats and they have simply failed me - I had to cook for myself again last night. Life just is not being fair right now. I'm bummed that the New York Times is using a sex slur against Johhny Boy McCain. All in all, I'm thinking of moving again. The real problem though, is that wherever I move to, I go too.
I've been a bit puzzled by the Obama phenomenon and momentum. When I saw him in person I liked him, but wondered didn't swoon. Last candidate I swooned for was RFK in 1968, but then I was a teenager. Obviously, he is tapping into what many are yearning for and that is not necessarily substance. Hillary has substance but not the substance people like apparently.
I will swoon over this weather if it gets finally gets back up in the 30s this weekend and I can walk outside without wearing three layers. Sorry about your cold.
Posted by: Deb in Minnesota | February 23, 2008 at 06:17 AM
Swoon! What a fab word Deb, and now I'm going to plagiarise it....
Posted by: jill | February 23, 2008 at 05:51 PM
Maybe what you need is to get outside yourself--pick your drug of choice... For me tonight it was a fabulous jazz show in SF: Paula West and the George Mesterhazy Quartet at Hotel Nikko. I felt transported.
Hope you feel better soon.
Posted by: Molly Kenefick | February 24, 2008 at 10:12 PM