So I have been spending a lot of time in my unemployment trolling the lefty blogs, and following the presidential primaries pretty closely. I was disappointed but not surprised when John Edwards dropped out, as he was my favorite candidate. I flirted a bit with Chris Dodd, simply because I was so impressed with his work on FISA and because I appreciate someone actually making--gasp!--the freaking Constitution a centerpiece of his presidential campaign. But obviously he was never a serious contender. Hopefully in 2009 he'll replace that worthless dishrag Harry Reid as Senate Majority Leader.
So now, it's officially down to Clinton and Obama. HRC and BHO, for short. For me, that's not a hard choice--nor an unpleasant one, actually. In most years past, I've looked at the Democratic field, and the best I've been able to muster up is, "meh, well, whoever it is will be better than the alternative, I suppose." But I actually like both Hillary and Obama. On balance, though, I much prefer BHO. Hillary's better on health care and I don't actually mind that she's brutal and nasty instead of bipartisan and conciliatory--mostly because for the past 12 years, when Democrats have been bipartisan and conciliatory they get it shoved up their collective backside.
But for the most part, their positions are not meaningfully distinguishable on most issues. They'll both push the same type of agenda, they'll both appoint COMPETENT AND QUALIFIED cabinet members and federal judges, all of which will be a briskly refreshing change from the sh*tpile collection of war criminals we have allegedly running the government now. Where I think they differ meaningfully is that Hillary, for all the fact that she is (to quote Teddy Roosevelt) "OUR sonofabitch," still represents More Of The Same for me. She's a perfect example of the problem of moneyed corporate interests buying access and buying government, and her handlers are still all about the old "triangulation," "third-way" crap that I hate. And frankly, I think Obama values civil liberties more than she does, and I also think that if push comes to shove, HRC doesn't necessarily have that much of a problem with Bush's "Unitary Executive" theory of governing, as long as she gets to be the Unitary Executive. And I got a problem with that.
So anyway, it's been entertaining watching the primaries, seeing Obama really gain on Hillary. But now I'm getting nervous. I don't want a brokered convention, and I don't want some smoke-filled back room of party insider "superdelegates" deciding who our nominee is. Not after Florida in 2000 (when the smoke-filled room in question happened to be housing the Supreme Court).
So. Thoughts?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
It must be pretty bad....
So those of you who are here undoubtedly already follow my husband Chris's blog, Mars Gets Women. From reading that blog, you all know that the man is, well...frugal. Yeah. Careful with a dollar. Not a big shopper. Or, as he has recurringly titled some of his entries, "Cheap, Cheap, Cheap!"
He's really not exaggerating. Not that he'll never spend money, mind you, and he's a dear husband so he doesn't go over the grocery store receipts saying, "$1.79 for Italian bread at Zagara's????? It's $1.69 for wheat bread at Giant Eagle, dammit woman!" Or, not much. That's partly because in my curretly-unemployed state, I've become a more careful shopper myself than I used to be. It hasn't been too difficult to do--after all, there's some Depression-era German farmer in my DNA thanks to my Zimmerman mom, so I don't mind a good bargain hunt. But all that said, in the Careful With Money department, Chris is the Major Leagues, and I'm not even triple-A.
So this afternoon, while I'm in the kitchen and he's folding laundry, I hear, "Honey? I think we have money in the budget this month for you to buy some new underwear." So, what are you trying to say?
Heh. OK, I admit, when your undies are to the point that they're becoming see-through (as opposed to being that way when you bought them, which is another story entirely), it's probably time to fork over a little $$$.
He's really not exaggerating. Not that he'll never spend money, mind you, and he's a dear husband so he doesn't go over the grocery store receipts saying, "$1.79 for Italian bread at Zagara's????? It's $1.69 for wheat bread at Giant Eagle, dammit woman!" Or, not much. That's partly because in my curretly-unemployed state, I've become a more careful shopper myself than I used to be. It hasn't been too difficult to do--after all, there's some Depression-era German farmer in my DNA thanks to my Zimmerman mom, so I don't mind a good bargain hunt. But all that said, in the Careful With Money department, Chris is the Major Leagues, and I'm not even triple-A.
So this afternoon, while I'm in the kitchen and he's folding laundry, I hear, "Honey? I think we have money in the budget this month for you to buy some new underwear." So, what are you trying to say?
Heh. OK, I admit, when your undies are to the point that they're becoming see-through (as opposed to being that way when you bought them, which is another story entirely), it's probably time to fork over a little $$$.
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