Unfortunately, Obama acquired a sinking ship: an aging, badly-maintained vehicle taking on water from dozens of different leaks. He and his crew are bailing as fast as they can, but new leaks keep springing up, and the passengers are agitated and rowdy, which only makes things more difficult. Some have already gone overboard, and others probably will. I'm sitting tight for now, but looking about rather nervously for a lifeboat. I've heard rumors that some exist, but haven't found one yet.
Cross-posting, or posting at all
I think I'm going to start cross-posting the spiritual stuff here and at Polyvalent Logic. Why? Because I can. And because the only mono- in my life seems to be in the relationship realm; elsewhere I'm polytheist, and polyblogulous as well. (I've got a LiveJournal account too, you know, as well as a MySpace account I never look at and a Twitter account I signed up for in a moment of curiosity then promptly abandoned. There are only so many hours of the day I can spend in nonproductive off-goofing. The rest of the time I need for sleeping.)
And if you've been wondering--all two of you who might actually still stop by here occasionally--just where my ass has been lately, it's been in the doldrums with the rest of me. The proper name for What's Wrong With Me is dysthymia. I'm functional, just not much fun. :P
So the entries here may still be sporadic, but as they say, acknowledging that you have a problem is half the solution. Writing has always been my best therapy, but don't worry; I won't bog the blog with emo shit and navel gazing and self-loathing blather. TM here will continue to carry the usual--rants, wry observation, and lolcats. Hey, it could be worse.
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That about sums it up. And even though it's chilly and grey and damp today, it's still an improvement; because it's also turning greener and lusher by the day. The soft little leaflets are filling in the bare branches, tulips and hyacinths and the last of the daffodils are riotous with color, and the sparse browned grasses of winter have at last been replaced with the thick living carpets of spring. I'm glad. I'm gladder than I can say. It's been a grim sort of winter, and after about three solid years of grim a little cheer is looking very good indeed!
I was reading at a message board with a higher-than-usual concentration of "conservatives," one of whom responded to a person's news of a job loss with something along the lines of "oh, hawhawhaw, atthere's some 'change we can believe in' ain't it?!"
For fuck's sake. The man's been in office a little over a MONTH. He's barely had time to change his socks, let alone the world.
(Which is in the shape it's in, I might point out, because of the policies implemented by YOUR precious GWB and company. So have yourself a helping of STFU and if you can't add something productive to the discourse, stay out of it. Kthxbai.)
Hiraikotsu at the ready. I think I hate these fuckers worse now than I did when their guys were at the helm; if they were nasty little brutes then, they're already starting to show just how vicious and vile they truly can be. (Above example nowhere near the level of filth of which I speak. That was just a mere annoyance; the truly bad stuff makes me so apoplectic with fury that I can't even comment coherently on it.)
I had no idea until today that the young man dancing in that striking Doublemint gum commercial was a young hip-hop/pop star called Chris Brown. He's apparently the boyfriend of Rihanna, another young pop star, and allegedly had an altercation with her before the Grammys that led to his being arrested and her going to the hospital. From what I've read, he's had an entirely clean record and reputation up to this point, not exactly a gangsta thug. It's all very strange, and disappointing. I'm no fan of Rihanna's--I really can't stand her type of music--but I loved that gum commercial, and the beautiful dance moves of the handsome young man with the sweet smile.
Could someone please explain to me just why in all the sane realms of existence a woman who
* abandoned a home and filed for bankruptcy within the past year,
* and already has SIX small children,
* and lives with her mother,
* and apparently has no partner,
should be allowed to undergo FERTILITY TREATMENTS and give birth to nearly a baseball team's worth of children doomed from the start to poverty and potential lifelong health problems? Who the fuck financed this?
With all of the medical professionals who have such profound "conscience" issues when it comes to women curtailing their fertility, you'd think there might be some out there who'd have issues with the reverse. I am fiercely pro-choice; and that includes upholding all choices a woman might make, including that of having a large family. But this situation is an incredible trainwreck. For all those who bleat "but think of the children"--well, in this situation, who did? Who thought of the half-dozen young hostages to fortune this woman had already produced? Who thought of the fate of the EIGHT newcomers? She had the option of culling some of the implanted embryos, and refused to do so; it wasn't specified, but most likely because of a religious conviction. What boggles my mind to the point of implosion is wondering why she would even want or NEED to undergo fertility treatments when she already has SIX children and no apparent means of supporting them.
I'd like to take every single person who has ever, or will ever, dismissed a person who has chosen to remain childless, or to limit their family to a small number even when they might like to have had more, as being selfish, and beat them over the head with this case. This woman's face ought to show up in the dictionary as the very definition of selfish.
EPIC FAIL. And a real tragedy for those fourteen children.
Today marks the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. I have lived all of my life so far in a country where women are free to make their own reproductive judgments; it is my hope that, with the election of President Obama, that will continue to be the case.
As always, Amanda has an insightful and instructive post up at Pandagon. It's worth reading.
Former President George W. Bush.
I like how that sounds. I like looking over at the counter in the sidebar and seeing it set to zeroes all across; the symbolism is succinct and sublime.
I like our new president. I like that he has qualities that one might naturally associate with the presidency, the highest office of the land: he is intelligent, dignified, poised, well-spoken. Eight years of being quite certain that I--hell, that my cat--was smarter than the leader of my country was disconcerting to say the least. I want my elected officials to be smarter, wiser, better-educated than I am: that's why they're the leaders! It appears that we have that again, now. The bus is no longer careening madly down the road, slamming into things while the ostensible driver sits panic-stricken in his seat, the steering wheel detached and clutched in his hands, a look of baffled horror on his face. Someone else has put the wheel back in place and will attempt to get the bus back under control before too many more things get run over. The passengers, hostages to fortune all, can breathe a bit easier now.
President Barack H. Obama.
I like how that sounds even better.
As I write this, the Bush countdown meter in the left sidebar is at 0 days, 10 hours, 16 minutes, and assorted seconds. Isn't it beautiful? Certainly the clean-up will be ghastly and long, but it's enough for now just to know that a dark and damaging era is finally coming to an end.
Auf wiedersehen, Goodbye...