2 posts tagged “election”
So I am officially in my new (and improved!) apartment. The move itself wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be, though writing all the checks associated with said move did hurt the pocketbook and, duh, the increased rent isn't the most fun ever. But the new (and improved!) apartment -- heretofore known as Apartment 2.0 -- is so large and in charge, it's pretty fantastic.
I've been in for about a week and half now, and have already hosted two dinner parties. Why haven't I invited you, you ask? Well, first I needed to have over Patti (and her parents) and Amanda (and her husband) to thank them for all of the fantastic painting-type work they did around here. But now that they've been thanked, planning a house warming is in the works. What does that mean? Why, booze! And... um... food. And booze! Booze stored in my new, huge, giant, pantry (of doom!). C'mon. Who doesn't love pantry booze?
This also means that I will soon get back to my Israel posts. And that eventually I'll post my Flickr pictures of the move/painting/packing/evil that consumed the month of August. But first, first I need to talk politics. Yes, you thought I had given it up when I decided to work for The Man and, you know, have health insurance and not be unemployed every couple of months, as was my campaign life. But I just couldn't. And the last couple of weeks, oh, they have been good.
First, let's talk about the Democratic convention. One word: Glee! I'm a pretty regular convention watcher and never have I been so excited and interested in what's happening. John Kerry, interesting? Joe Biden, endearing? Bill Clinton, humble? Okay, kind of humble. Seriously, people. Someone finally sat them all down in the room and said "People, this is it. I know we have these "come to Jesus" talks a lot, but this is the real deal. Don't fuck this one up. If you do, it's all over. For the love of all that is holy, really. Also, Howard? Go away. No one likes you." AND IT WORKED.
Really. They stepped it up and I was riveted. And Hillary. My dear, sweet, wonderful, fucking smart Hillary. Good for you. You did exactly what we needed you to do and you looked good doing it, which says a lot about that color orange and your fabulous stylist. Really. Thank you. It makes me love you even more.
Barack, needless to say, was fantastic. Biden was great. Bill -- with the simple phrase "lead by the power of our example, not the example of our power" -- made me love him all over again. And Al. Oh, Al. Al who finally learned to make fun of himself and embraced the geek and made me sit in my car instead of walking the 10 feet to my house because I wanted to listen to the rest of his speech (engine off, thankyouverymuch) than miss any part of it. Oh, love.
And then, the next day. Sarah. Palin. People. PEOPLE!
Okay, first: I am insulted. I am insulted because I am a Hillraiser or whatever you want to call all of us who got behind Hillary. I am insulted that John McCain and whoever his white-boy cronies are, think "Well, all those Hillary people like ladies. They'll vote for us if we get a lady." And then they decided to pick a woman who stands for the exact OPPOSITE of everything Hillary stands for. Like I am so STUPID that I would think "I have lady parts. Sarah Palin has lady parts. I should vote for her!" You know, so then Sarah Palin and her Republican cronies can take away my right to decide what happens to my lady parts. OMG, people!
It's so incredibly pandering and embarrassing and... really? There weren't any Republican women with actual national service records? With more experience than some lady from Alaska who's been governor for two years and previous to that, was mayor of a town of 9,000 people? You know what? The company I work for has about 7,500 employees. Does that mean our CEO is qualified to be Vice President of the US? I mean, at least he's not currently under investigation. Good lord!
Ugh. For real. And all of the pundits who are talking about how Joe Biden better watch out because he can't be mean to a lady in the debates because she's a GIRL. A big, booby, vagina having girl. And Americans don't like it when you're mean to girls. Unless the girl is Hillary. Then it's okay.
And don't even get me started about the exploiting both the child with Down syndrome and the pregnant teenage daughter to prove the anti-choice cred.
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With that, I will leave you with the funniest thing I've seen all day. This is but the first of many -- watch them all!
Last week was very sad for a lot of reasons*. First, I was sick all week, miserable, congested and grumpy. Second, because of the sickness, I had horrible cabin fever, even though Joe came over on Tuesday and Wednesday and took good care of me, and I was ready to crawl out of my own skin all week. Third, I came to the conclusion that I need to try to sell my car.
My car's name is Detroit. I know, that's a weird name for a BMW, but that's his name. His full name is Detroit, The Ghetto Beemer. He's not really ghetto, but people were always saying to me, "You drive a BMW?!?" And they were all shocked and amazed and stuff because BMWs are supposed to be these super expensive cars and, while Detroit is awesome, he's really much more like a really, really nice Honda than a BMW.
Once upon a time he was a really expensive car. He was purchased by my aunt in 1989 after she divorced my uncle. I like to think of Detroit as her Emancipation Car**. When Detroit was built, he was top of the line: all leather interior, 5-CD changes (in the 80s, people!), automatic windows and doors and seats, moon roof, a trunk that could fit a family of four and all kinds of other awesome features. I adopted Detroit in 2002 when I was working for Uncle Ted and needed a car to get me to and from the campaign after Nena The Luft Camry died***. He has been a fabulous car ever since, getting me to and fro and all that good stuff.
So why do I want to sell him? Well, Detroit isn't really from Detroit. He's from Germany. And finding all the German parts to fix him is sometimes very expensive. More expensive than I can afford. He deserves someone who will put the time and effort and money into keeping him the fabulous car that he is. So this weekend, I fixed him up and cleaned him out and put the For Sale sign up. I don't want a new car (or, really, a new used car), but I think it's time Detroit and I go our separate ways.
If you would like to give Detroit a good home or know someone who might like to adopt him, please let me know. Here are his most recent pictures. He has one cracked headlight and the driver's side visor is a little broken (or, rather, maybe the arm is a little broken), but his engine works great and everything else on him has been checked up by the doctor at the German car shop, fixed, spit polished and given an A+ seal of approval. And, on top of all of that, he's never even been in an accident. That's how much I love my poor Detroit.
Please help me find Detroit a nice home. Or at least wish me luck. This looks like it's going to be another hard week (or month or however long it takes). Poor guy.
*This is not counting the election. That was very happy. Yay Democrats!
**That makes my uncle sound like a really bad guy. He's actually a very nice man, just not for my aunt.
*** Nena's death was very sad. I don't want to talk about it.
