The Boys Wanna Be Her Peaches

Another political commentary...I think its less about having another one and just a simple lack of posting altogether. I suppose I've redirected my online efforts to maintaining my facebook personality, even though, this entire online community is destined to dwindle to obscurity. I knew that the instant Josh Kopelman opined that Myspace vs. Facebook, wasn't a choice, it was an IQ test. It turns out he wasn't talking about users but developers. Ultimately, the difference is moot. Still, my response is that if America is going to be subjected to an IQ test, America will fail. Its not the upper end of the scale that willingly clicks on the banner ads.

Speaking of IQ tests America will fail, the presidential election ranks as an important one. As a woman in power, when Time runs an article like this, it makes me wonder where the analogous article is seeking to understand males sexism in their reluctance to support Clinton. Oh, sure, its distressing if Asian-Americans support Clinton over Obama in disproportionate numbers presumably because he's black and they are racist, but if men support Obama over Clinton because he is male, and they are sexist, well, there is no real reason to draw any attention to that at all.

Still, this obstacle seems to not be hampering Obama very much and as his effort gains momentum and the wins come like so many dominoes falling in succession, and the Clinton camp seem to be in utter disarray, I raise the question: Is this the way the (Clinton) world ends?

As I'm apt to do, I will tell you what I think. Mankind is meant for war. War is the ultimate trade, and man is the ultimate practitioner. I didn't create that phrasing, but I think it perfectly distills everything worth knowing about mankind. A mother's true love for her child is nothing more than the capacity of war she will wage for its benefit: total.

Now, many people are not in touch with their own capacity to wage war and perhaps find the phrasing objectionable, but I assure you that Hillary Clinton is not one of those people and it is a mistake to think for even one second that she is anything but a ruthless warfighter in her own way. Its quite surprising to me that the press seems willing to forget this in pronouncing her campaign all but dead. To me the more likely explanation is that she's just not trying very hard, because she knows she doesn't need to. And we should know too by the end of March but certainly by the DNC in August. I think she wants to win the "right" way, but I have no doubts that what she really wants is to win.

Reckoner In Rainbows

Some poor boy--well, perhaps a man child is a better description--with a deep country accent operating a shovel outside the parking lot where they are laying a new water line called over to me just now, as I was returning from lunch. As you can imagine, I'm used to the catcalls of the lower brain functioning men, so I was prepared to ignore him altogether, but it turned out he just wanted to show off his new toy that he was so proud of. Oh, I'm certain there was an underlying sexual drive that, much like every other drive he possesses, came from no conscious thought, but he truly was childlike in his delight. His vernacular was, not charming, but not ashamed. I think he 'reckon'd' everything he said.

Apparently, some company that sells machinery to the company he works for had come out and grilled pork and potatoes for the laborers and as a souvenir had handed out little folding pocket knives complete with nylon sheaths. They had used plastic forks, and these knives to eat their bountiful feast.

It was just a wonder, working in an office environment where there is a clear and stated zero tolerance for weapons of any kind in the workplace to behold a world, not so far from mine, by which I mean in physical distance, because to be honest we might as well live in different universes, where weapons were encouragingly handed out to everyone and so openly brandished and reveled in.

I saw the dirt on his pants, the grime permanent in his sweatshirt, and I swallowed my distaste and offered him a smile, a true highlight to him; undoubtedly the brightest color in the rainbow of today after the soggy, grim never ending drizzle that is his life.

Flawed Logic

I have a little political commentary to dispense here, and I hope you'll bear with me while I do. I don't really have any organization to these thoughts, so if they seem a little disjointed, you're just going to have to accept my very busy schedule and the fact that I can't always arrange things into the parable form feeble minds can readily soak in.

For the most part, I don't really concern myself with politics. I think it takes a certain type of person to be truly interested in the subject and that type of person is devoid of what I consider humanity. However, as our country appears to be heading in a path that is the opposite of what I think most Americans want out of a country, a great number of people are attaching a great deal of importance to the upcoming election.

We are all likely to be subjected to numerous opinions and rationalizations about who is and who is not the best candidate and to be honest, I trust the American public to make a rational, informed decision because its important about as much as I trust them to stop eating at McDonald's because it makes them fat. In other words, I think it would be just about right if Ronald McDonald were elected president. However, amongst the many reasons I have heard for voting or not voting for a candidate there is one that really, really makes me angry.

It is this: the people who think they are enormously clever by saying they won't vote for Obama because they're sure he'll be assassinated. Its asinine. People seem to say this and its like they are really claiming to be on his side in a way that even he can't comprehend, and really he's just a silly man for running for president at all, but no need to worry because we're looking out for him, and we will protect him from the certain future that he cannot perceive. I look at these people and I feel sorry for them.

It reminds me of a time, many years ago, growing up a small princess in Louisiana. As many of you know Louisiana is not the most welcoming place for people of color. In 1991 David Duke, a white supremacist and member of the Ku Klux Klan, ran for governor of that state, and placed second in the open primary to Edwin Edwards a former governor, who eventually won that election, and was later sentenced to 10 years in prison on racketeering charges in 2001. It was all very surreal that the quality of candidate the constituency chose to support was so deeply and obviously flawed. I remember bumper stickers that read: Vote for the Crook. It's important. To those not familiar, the crook was Edwards. What I remember though is hearing a poor young boy, who I believe is a Doctor now--but I'll save my opinions of Doctors for another day--say that his parents were voting for Duke because Edwards was a crook, and besides its not like the legislature would let him do anything. I didn't say anything then, but I distinctly remember thinking, "You poor, poor boy. Your parents are racists and you don't even know it." That's what I think of these people who are protecting Obama, that they are racists and don't even know it, and I feel sorry for them.

If a person wants to vocalize a reason for not voting for Obama, its their right, but not that reason. I'm letting people know this now as my means of protecting them, because if I hear this reason from someone, I will kill them.

p.s. Secret Service, if you read the post you'll see very clearly that despite the combination of the words, 'president,' 'Obama,' 'kill,' and 'assasinate' this post in no way necessitates that you interview me in anyway.