What A Dream I Had, Pressed In Organdy

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By the time this gets posted, most of you who are unfortunate enough to read my little blog will have already voted.  And I've waited until today to post it because I don't even for one second want to come across as "this is who you should vote for."  YOU should vote for whoever YOU deem most worthy.  This is simply putting it out there for one day, a day far away from now, when I'll wish I could go back to this day in our history, this monumental day for our nation, and see exactly what the hell I was thinking.

I am a bit of a conspiracy theorist.  I will never, ever check Catcher in the Rye out of the library.  I totally believe that JFK got shot by the government to get us into 'Nam.  I am fairly sure that we have proof of extra-terrestrial contact tucked away somewhere, and the only reason they interviewed people like my skull-less uncle for Project Blue Book is to hide the evidence.  To discredit sightings.  To make us THINK it was insanity.  Because, really, if that man told me the sky was over my head, that would only mean one thing: I was standing on it.

And so, as my paranoid little mind works, I am predicting a McCain/Palin win tonight.  Well, actually, I'm predicting and Obama/Biden win, a big fat temper tantrum, and an eventual GOP win.

It's not like it hasn't happened before. *coughgorecough*

I hope that doesn't happen.  I dream that when the GOP starts screaming FALSE COUNTS! that the DNC remembers that we still have a president until January, and we'll all happily wait while every single vote gets counted, while all the re-votes are cast.  If we can dump $750 billion into the market; we can pay the salary of the vote counters for a few extra weeks.

Hell, we're CREATING JOBS!

But in all sincerity, I dream that I am wrong.  I dream that tomorrow night, that socialist, skinny, not-quite-black-enough Muslim terrorist is my new president.  I dream that over the next eight years, he gets the chance to make every single person that threw those hideous accusations around about him eat their words.  I dream that my sons get a president they deserve, one they can look up to, one they will be proud in their golden years to say they can remember when he was the president, one that maybe at least one of them will serve under if they follow my family's tradition of military service.

Yup, I come from a military family.  Betcha didn't know THAT.

I am really heartbroken about John McCain.  I don't understand what he's doing, I really don't.  2000 John McCain was a decent guy, and I'm afraid he took too many lines from the Bush playbook after that race for the presidency.  I mean, remember how he had supposedly fathered an illegitimate child, dark skinned child?  Remember how he'd committed treason while a POW?  Or how he'd gone insane while he was imprisoned?  And what did McCain do about all those lies thrown around about him by the Bush camp?



He embraced the man and the soulless beast behind him.  Here's the thing, John McCain.  I could almost, almost, handle 8 more years of Bush.  What I can't handle is 8 more years of the people that come with Bush.  I can't have my fear preyed upon anymore.  I can't have my hopes exploited anymore.  I can't have my intelligence insulted anymore.  I can't be lied to, tricked, manipulated or talked down to anymore.  I cannot allow a small group of people to re-write the playbook for my nation's management anymore.  I can't handle the secrets, the deceits, the smears, the smoke and mirrors.

This is OUR goddamn country, and those people you call friends don't seem to get that.  If you choose to associate with them, take your queues from them, then I don't trust you with my country.  I don't trust your judgment, and I am damn well not going to pay you to run the show over decade that will see my boys become men.  I'm not worried about the company your parents kept when you were 8 years old; I'm worried about the company you are CURRENTLY keeping.



If you are willing to add discrimination and hate to the constitution of your home state, what are you going to do to the nation's constitution?  If you believe community service is a joke, something to mock, what kind of example are you setting for my children?  If you are willing to incite fear and hate into the hearts of your constituency, what are you going to do to the citizens of the entire nation, hell, the entire world, once you have a global platform?  If you can't understand that opening up the health care market will work out just about as well as deregulating the housing market has, how can I trust you with my tax dollars, with decisions that will affect my day to day life?  And if you ever EVER put my health or my daughter's health into air quotes again, so help me god, I will do everything in my power to get you thrown out of whatever office it is you currently serve in.

Today, I dream that you, sir, are judged, not by the color of your skin but the content of your character.  Which you seem to have let ambition rob you of.

Today, I am going to take my children to get portraits taken for the first time in 2 1/2 years.  We are going to come home and turn on The Daily Show and watch history made.  I will have tears in my eyes as I watch the electoral countdown.  My sons will stay up as long as it takes for the votes to all come in, and I dream that they will watch with pride as the first Black man in the history of this nation, this nation that was built on the backs of too many fine, nameless, forgetten black men, takes a stage and accepts his nomination.

My dream is also that someday, one day, my daughter will watch a woman do the same thing.  Just not today, please, not today.


Cross posted on my personal page at BlogHer.com.  Because I'm a glutton for punishment.

The Post in Which I Alienate 90% of You and Totally Confuse the Remaining 10%

I have yet to see Senator Obama's nomination speech.  This fact is sort of killing me inside.

I've seen the reaction; the tears, the hugs, the Rainbow Brite on crackedness* of a good deal of our nation.  I was there, and I missed it.  And YouTube has it in 6 different parts, except I can't find all six.

Someone help, please.  (updated to add...found it.  Watching tomorrow.)

Anyway, I have to write the politics post and I haven't seen his speech and that leaves me at a disadvantage because right now my head is swimming with RNC speeches and I don't have enough DNC to balance it out.  What's a girl to do?

I call myself a Democrat for the same reason I say I'm from Philly.  It's just an easier way to explain a complex situation.  I could tell you that I was born in Philly, raised and schooled in Delaware, but my brothers, cousins, grandmother and aunts lived in Philly and that I spent a good bit of every school vacation with my mom's best friend and her daughter, Alisha, who felt more like a sister to me than my own one ever did.  I could also explain how, if you drive south out of Philly, when you come to the Welcome To Delaware sign (which is 3 feet from the Thanks for Visiting sign) you'll see a Hilton right there on the border.  I lived RIGHT behind the Hilton, about a 5 minute walk from Philly.  So, yeah, I claim them both, and now you are completely bored to death and unsubscribing from my blog because I just wasted all your time explaining something that I could have summed up with, "I'm from Philly!  Go Rocky!"

With that, yeah; I'm a Democrat.  Ish.  I am not registered as a Democrat.  I only was once, and that was because I had to be for something I was voting for, what I don't know.  I am a registered, expatriot Independent.  Why? Because I don't like enough about either party to pick a side.  The middle seat in the car is always the funnest one to ride over bumps on anyway.  I tend to agree much more with Democrats, but many of my dear dear friends are Republicans who's opinions I totally value, and after talking politics with them, I don't want any of their faces to melt off like that guy at the end of Raiders, so they've got to be alright people, eh?

I want to tell you a secret.  The first time I ever voted in a presidential election, I voted for John Kerry.  I am a terrible American.  I wanted to vote for Al Gore, but dude....I was nursing a baby.  I wanted to vote for Bill Clinton, but I didn't even know how to.  Before that, I wasn't old enough.  Before that, I lived in a box called radical right wing christian cultity, where you just didn't vote, you just didn't pay any attention at all to politics.

The one thing I can say about my breed of unamericanism?  I never complained.  I knew that by not casting my vote, I was taking away my right to bitch about the outcome.   I stayed the heck out of it.  I did bitch a little about the Gore thing (and by a little, I mean someone had to scrape my brains off the windows when my head exploded) but I used my Nursing Card.  Got me out of Jury Duty that year, too.  I cannot do any one thing and have someone attached to a boob at the same time.  Not capable of it, never will be.

The thing is, I have just never felt so totally passionately about a presidential nominee to Get Up for him.  I voted for Kerry, not because I thought he was the greatest thing to happen to American politics since Lincoln, but because I was in Anyone But W phase.  And as much as W and I will never, ever be friends, I can admit there are a few things about him that I don't abhor, and maybe even one or two that I admire.  Not in his politics, mind you, but in his personal life.

I am of the philosophy that most Americans, when brought to the sacrificial alter that is the race of the presidency, have got to be at minimum decent guys.  They've got to at least want something great for this country.  (We're going to except our current president from this conversation; I still can't figure out what his point was.)  I haven't really stumbled across anyone that I can so villanize as to be driven to Rally The Troops against him *ahem* and I haven't found one candidate so morally, ethically, or politically superior to another that I've felt the need to Rally The Troops in support of him.  I prefer my quiet, private support of my candidate of choice, partly because I try to be quiet and private in my real life but mostly because I just don't know what the hell I'm talking about, and tend to talk myself into some pretty deep holes when I get going.

This would be a good point to offer you a flash light and perhaps one of those rope ladder thingies if you'd like to start finding your way out of this particular hole.

All of this leads me to my trouble with this election.  I really, really like Barack Obama.  I LIKE that he's sort of a newbie.  I've been screaming for a president that wasn't a politician for years.  I like that he has big vision, that his dreams for America are large.  I like that he is really rooted in picking us up by our bootstraps and pulling us forward.  He's a good man.  He is a public servant.  He gives a shit about you and me and that guy over there.  I think he would be a fine, upstanding, noteworthy president.

And I don't even think it should matter, but in my heart it does; I would jump up and down six ways to Sunday to see a black man finally take the seat at the helm of this nation.  I honestly would cry with pride and joy over it for, like, his entire first year in office.  I wish it wasn't a big deal, I wish that weren't the reality of America, but it is and I would totally be all SUCK ON THAT, KKK FUCKTARDS.

And then their is John McCain.  And you know what?  I really, really like him, too.  I like that he's dedicated his entire fucking life to serving his nation.  I admire that even though no one in America deserves a Kit Kat break more than he does, he keeps trudging right along.  Seriously, dude...point taken.  Retire already.  I love that he got totally kicked down by the current administration, and he quietly toed the line, and he kept his friends close and those guys closer, as the saying goes, and now he's coming out slowly but surely and saying, "Um, you dudes totally fucked up.  Watch me try to fix it.  Who's ya daddy, now?"  I know everyone in North America will tell me I'm on crack, and that he's in Bush's pocket, but in my heart, I don't believe that.  I think that, given his chance, he would shine.  I think he is invested in this nation with his entire heart and soul.  He's kind of proven already that he doesn't really want anything much for that allegiance, that he's not trying to fill some big, evil agenda.  I think he would be a fine, upstanding, noteworthy president.

They both have platforms they are running on that I sorely disagree with.  They both have viewpoints on issues that I am in complete agreement with.  My problem is that I can't decide which one makes me happier, or better yet, which one's viewpoints I have more of a problem with.  I have less of an issue with Obama, but on a bigger scale, and I have many, little, nagging concerns about McCain.  I think I need a large scale and a duck.

When it comes down to it, I honestly think I could live with either one of them as my next President.  I think they'd both do everything they could to make America better and stronger; even if I don't personally agree with their definition of better and stronger, I think they'd be trying to do the right thing.  I think they are both open to the idea of some bi-partisan input, which in my opinion is what this nation is in desperate need of.  Maybe McCain will never pass Universal Health Care, but I live with Universal Health Care right now, and it's got it's perks to be sure, but there are definite issues, too.  Maybe Obama will over tax the crap out of us, but yeah, I live in BRITISH COLUMBIA.  I pay more in taxes than most of you will ever dream of, but I get something tangible for it, so there's that.  I dunno.  I just know that one of these men really, really speaks to me, and the other one isn't so far off, either.

Am I am democrat?  Am I a republican?  I don't care.  I am an American, and I am really hopeful for our country's future, and I am hopeful that we as citizens can come together behind our commander-in-chief, whoever he ends up being, and work together to make America the kick ass country is deserves to be.

*Thank you eternally, Jane the Sane, for that little nugget.

**Before you go leaving me 8 million links to web pages telling me why either of these guys is god and/or the devil, I PROMISE you, I have researched them.  A lot.  Extensively.  When I should have been doing laundry and feeding my poor, hungry children.

***PS: I am so not referring to Sarah Palin in here yet.  It's coming, I swear.

Accidentally, A Post About People Who Clearly Have Little Sense of Self Worth

I'm having a bit of an internal conflict with today's post.  I mean, there's some pretty big stuff going on in our nation right now, in my hometown.  (Yes, I know yesterday I was all, I'm from Delaware! and today I'm all, WhutWhut, Denver representin, yo! but I am from both.  Let's move on.)  I am more tuned in to this electoral race than I was even prepared to be, and I can't seem to get it off my mind.  And Hillary's speech last night?  Well, let's just say that I am kind of quietly hoping that none of her followers listen to her and there's a bit of a surprise for everyone come Thursday.  I was never sold on her before, but today I am.

So, I want to talk about the convention.  I want to talk about our country.  I want to talk about important things.  I also want to talk about babysitting.  I'm torn.

Since I leave in about 30 hours for Denver, I figured I'd give the babysitter talk a shot, and save myself for the trip home, when I could tell you all the fabulous things I saw and heard whilst mingling with the dead sexiest group of bloggers the world has ever known.  But then, oh, but then, something came up, and I decided to do both.

My dear friend Stephen is out and about Denver mocking covering the protests in Denver for Pajamas Media.  Stephen is a republican, he drinks scotch, and he's kind of a jerk when he wants to be.  We have NOTHING in common (maybe except that jerk bit. Bygones), but I love him and I read him religiously because, well, no one can make me laugh at myself better than he can.  He's brilliant, and he always remembers to tell me I look pretty.  I'm a chick, and quite susceptible to flattery.  I digress.

Anyway, Stephen was downtown at the mint, filming some protesters doing something completely ridiculous for his video debut on Pajamas Media, when he tripped and fell on an event that I can only describe as the reason I am not registered as a Democrat, and the reason I'm really reluctant to call myself one in public.  This asshole?  Is giving us all a bad name.  And has no respect for others.  Especially women.  Even women who's politics I abhor; she's still a woman, and still a human.  Go watch.  Watch it all.  It's terrible in that Oh My God This Tastes Like Shit You HAVE To Try It way.

Next, babysitters.  I am doing something I've never ever done before; I am leaving my children in the care of a 14 year old for TEN STRAIGHT hours on Thursday so I can fly 1600 miles and throw a party.  I am kind of scared shitless about the whole thing.  She's quite capable, and very loving to the baby, but still.  10 hours straight with my kids and I'm hitting the liquor cabinet.  What's this poor girl going to do?

Anyway, I had to make sure the Babysitter Instructions were still on the fridge, and indeed they were, and as I reviewed them I realized that maybe I ought to share them with you.  Because maybe you need to make a babysitter instruction list, and maybe I can help you out with that.  I'm a giver.  Here we go, copied straight from the sheet on the fridge, I promise:
The BLT Instruction Manual (My kids initials spell a sandwich.  I like food)

  1. Don't kill them, please.  I've been waiting for 10 years; I have dibs.

  2. Don't let them have candy.  Unless you are on great medication or don't value your sanity.

  3. Bedtime is at 9, 8:30 if you start prematurely aging.

  4. They can read in bed with their lights on.  No, they may not read Playboy.


That's about it.  Thanks, dude!

Yes, that is the whole list, excluding our phone numbers, which nice try, but you have to work way harder than that to get my digits.

One question: As much as I love Little Ms Sitter, she is one of those girls that refuses to name her price.  Which annoys me to no end.  Have a little sense of self value, already.  Besides, I don't know what the exchange rate is from shoulder shrug to CAD.  My question is this: Normally, we pay $10/hour for sitting.  But there's no way I'm giving a 14 year old $100 for one day's work.  No way in hell.  I don't make $100 in a day, and I'm betting most of you don't, either.  So, what do I pay her for a 10 hour day of chasing my toddler, playing my Wii, eating my chips and making sure the boys have bandaids and cookies?

Recovery, Paging Doctor Biden

In 1973, when he was 30 and I was -2, Joe Biden first took office as Senator for the state of Delaware. For my entire life, Joe Biden has been the senator for my home state. That is quite a statement.

He was raised in the same city I was, which is about the size of your pinky. He graduated from the Catholic school right behind the McDonald's we went to. Our "city", and believe me when I tell you that I use that term loosely, is economically and racially diverse in a way that I have rarely seen in any other city I've been to that wasn't a major metropolis. I grew up so far below the poverty level we couldn't see it, and right across the street from me were ESTATES. It's an interesting place to be from, if for no other reason than that you cannot be a racist, or a classist, or an elitist in any way unless you never ever leave your house. You are forced to deal with people from every walk of life, forced to interact with them on the most basic, human levels, and you can't go grocery shopping with someone every single week and not eventually grow to understand them a little.

Needless to say, I have a thing for Joe Biden. Even if I didn't absolutely respect him for his politics, we're from the same tiny little town. We stick together, yo.

A lot of people are disappointed in Obama's choice to nominate Joe as his VP. They say he's old, tainted, too liberal, too prone to sticking his foot in his mouth, too jaded, too something. Since it's Democrat Week in the USA, and since I am going to fly into Ground Zero in two days, I want to just take a break from the poop talk for a second to tell you why I love Joe Biden, why he speaks to me, why HE is the reason I will vote Democrat in this coming up election.

The Violence Against Women Act. He WROTE it. He is a voice, a loud voice, a champion in the war against domestic violence, against gender based crimes. Domestic violence is a major problem in our country, I believe, due not only to a general unwillingness to prosecute it, but also because it is so hard for women to overcome. It messes with your head. It's that sort of violence that goes beyond a bruise and into the psyche of women, and does irreparable damage. I believe in fighting it, for fighting for women and mothers and families, for providing real, honest help to those families struggling with it. So does Joe. And not just in that "I'm going to say I do" way.

Abortion.  Hi, big sensitive topic that I don't like talking about on my blog.  I'll say this; I agree, 100%, with Joe Biden's track record of voting on abortion related issues.  He's a Catholic, I'm an atheist.  His beliefs, which he makes no secret about, so far have in no way influenced his votes.  He is a man of faith, and I respect that, but I am really afraid of someone rubbing their religion all over my constitution, whatever that religion may be.  When I see a Catholic man, a powerful politician, vote for stem cell research, against notifying parents about abortions, for spending A LOT of money on not abstinence education but responsible sex education, against anything really that is going to touch Roe V Wade, well, I respect and appreciate that.  Also, he, just like me, is all about banning partial birth abortions.  Which sounds contradictory, but I swear it's not.  Another day, another time.

He is against banning same sex marriages.  He'll let you burn a flag if that's what you've got to do.  His wife was a teacher for 30 years.  He gets it that public education matters.  He's written legislation to make sending your kids to college a little easier.

Joe Biden brings tempered experience to an Obama White House.  He has been doing this longer than Barack has been driving a car.  He speaks his mind, he's not one to sugar coat, he has a god damn sense of humour already, and he means what he says.  Yeah, maybe he voted for the war, but SO DID YOU.  (not all of you, but most of you, admit it)  Maybe he's way more into drug enforcement than I think he should be, but whatever.  I don't do drugs, never have, never will.  I kind of don't care.  Prosecute it if you must.  Maybe I just won't ever see eye to eye with him on everything, but I don't see eye to eye with my husband on everything either, and I let him see me naked.

There is a lot of chatter about how Obama messed up by tapping Biden for the VP spot, how it deters from his message of Change, and that we Dems will be disenchanted by that.  Realistically, I think (or maybe I just hope) that the vast majority of us, even those who are totally gun-ho for fresh blood and a new outlook in the White House, will appreciate that though there are quite a few slates that need to be wiped clean in our government, there are some that just need to be looked at with mature eyes, with understanding and reasonable and experienced eyes, and maybe just smoothed a little bit.  And that maybe excited, young, fresh eyes sometimes overlook things that someone a bit older, a bit wiser, someone who's looked for those things before will catch.

Right now, my country is heading towards the ICU.  My hope is that JObama will keep a good many things in our nation's post-operative care from slipping through the cracks.  Because, man oh lordy, if we don't get it right this time, I don't know if our little country is going to make it out whole.  And my country is a great place, with a long life ahead of it.

Copied and pasted from the comments, Miko564 adds this, which I wanted to, but couldn't find the words.  Thanks, yo.
I wasn't a fan of Biden's either, until I heard the story about his family.  He was elected to office, then his wife AND daughter were killed in a car accident.  (That would be where I would have curled up in the fetal position and stayed there for a year.)  He wants to abdicate the office to stay at home with his surviving sons.  His supporters talked him into staying in the Senate, but he wants to care for his sons.... So, he decides to stay in DE and COMMUTES TO DC BY TRAIN EVERYDAY FOR 30+ YEARS!!! He raises his kids AND serves his country in the Senate.

I am an independent, and have voted Rep as many times as Dem, but if that ain't family values I don't know what is.  Let Rush, and his like, talk about values, while becoming drug addicts, or trying to cheat on their wives in Airport bathrooms (cause they can't admit they're gay) and let REAL men do whatever needs to be done to take care of their own.