those of you as disheartened by the results of the
mid-term elections as I was you should understand that
the Conservative backlash was pre-ordained, and the
it. This was not an election about, well, whatever
nonsense the Tea Party was spouting. It was a Bean
To begin with, you
are not special, at least psychologically. You respond
to ordinary stimulus just like every other normal American,
awash in electoral data understood this. They knew
that the vast preponderance of Americans are so disconnected
they look at their paychecks, or their lack of one,
to see who's president and then vote for the other
side. It's that
simple. Why do you think George H. W. Bush lasted only
Also, many of the districts that the Democrats
lost on Tuesday were originally won on pencil-thin
margins in 2008, boosted by Mr. Obama's genuine vision
of hope and change. Since
wasn't running for office this election those same
voters stayed home in droves and the districts
the other way. (That's one reason Conservatives were
making such outlandish campaign promises. They knew
they had this one in the bag.)
In fact, the GOP could have easily taken the Senate,
too, but they fucked up. Too many people actually took
their nasty little doppleganger, the Tea Party, seriously
and it cost them at least four seats.
Will Mr. Obama be a one-term president? No, because
he personally has a massive fan base and they will
all turn out to vote for him
again in 2012,
plus any stray Democrat on the ballot. Democrats so
overwhelming outnumber Republicans in ths country that
if they'd reliably come out to vote every two years we'd
all be saying "Sarah who? Rush what? George W. You
Gotta Be Kidding Me?"
The next presidential election will be close,
will do their level best for the next two years to
absolutely wreck this country, stop it dead in its
Republicans know they're going to lose big time and
they're going to take
the way down.
See you in 2012.
the 6th is the annual celebration of the day in which
my dear mother squoze me from her loins like a little
lo those many decades ago. According to radio astronomy
that makes my collective atoms about 13.6 billion
years old. I think I look pretty good for my age,
considering. Can't wait to see what the next 30 billion
This Saturday also marks another
remarkable event in my life.
It's the day I pay off my mortgage.
On Saturday the
final electronic payment is transferred from my savings
account to the bank and I'm officially a free man.
That's one hell of a three-bedroom, semi-detatched
even if I had to pay for it myself.
It's been a remarkably uneventful run. In it's wake
is an ex-wife, seven cats, one amateur burglary,
a dead AC compressor, a new roof, one semi-disastrous
and the best girlfriends money can buy, culminating
in Beloved Girlfriend herself.
Over the years the neighborhood has grown increasingly
Hispanic but that was fortuitous as these good folks
not only shoved out the renters and the crack addicts
but they all seem to have an aptitude for carpentry and
neighborhood, the Cloverdale addition of Casa View,
is still a bit ragged around the edges but still
a nice place to be middle-class in.
Thankfully, over the life of the mortgage, I've
had continued success as a commercial artist...
to death". Looking down at my ample waist is
proof enough of that.
I must add, in all honesty, that I wouldn't
be here today if not for the inestimable help of
the ex-wife, who was and
quite the artiste'. Lenders back in the
mid-80s weren't exactly keen on writing mortgages
for the self-employed.
And so it was, with the good wife's contributions,
that we managed to stash away enough simoleons to
pony up the initial 25%
What we couldn't know as we signed the papers was
that living and working out of the same small house,
a deleterious result on a relationship. And in pretty
gorram short order, too. That's essentially why I'm
here and she's elsewhere. That and the fact that
I'm a first class pain-in-the-cohabitive-keister.
So thanks, Zoo, for helping make this birthday
an especially memorable one. And I hope this story
doesn't violate the
restraining order. <evil grin>
no one asked: I've suspended, for the nonce, the
creation of any new Tuesday/Thursday photo-toons
were strictly "pre-election" spleen-ventings.
fact, for thematic purity I've removed them from the
main FLS timeline and given them their
own section. Not unlike the Scumbag or Fun