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Showing posts with label 2012 elections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012 elections. Show all posts

05 November 2012

Vote




It appears that FOX News
has decided to do political analysis of muppets.
It appears they've decided
to pick on someone their own size:



Unfortunately, the effect of this piece of brilliant analysis
may actually just prove them to be precisely what they
are setting out to discredit:
puppets



So now
I send my feeble electronic voice out
across these great United States
and ask you to vote your conscience,
vote with honesty
and the same idealism that so many people used four years ago.



Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life’s unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

Man is a curious brute—he pets his fancies—
Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.
So he will be, though law be clear as crystal,
Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.

Come, let us vote against our human nature,
Crying to God in all the polling places
To heal our everlasting sinfulness
And make us sages with transfigured faces.




03 November 2012

. . . after a brief silence: winter, again


Winter again, this year will it be
rugged, demandingly, indeed
it approaches, insisting
attention, and yet we don't heed
the oncoming force that
belittles elections, not to mention T.V.
                                                   Be
ready to be awed in the true sense of the word. Vocabulary
can't encompass
the winter we're about to see.





(I do hope all my blogging friends
are fine.  I've had a terribly busy
semester ~ ~ nice to just
be moving my fingers across the keys!)


23 October 2012

Why The Republicans Gave Obama The Election in 2008.

Do you remember 2008
in the U.S.A.?

(from reuters )

I do.

I remember thinking in 2008:
this economy is going to get worse before it gets better.

( from palinnation )

I also remember thinking the Republican Party made a huge strategical error:
They actually thought the American public still wanted a ticket that was at least
half good ol' boy. And half "we need a war hero
to get us out of this mess."

And they were wrong.

America wanted someone different, and
they wanted someone who could speak in a coherent sentence,

( from wikipedia )

someone who could impress middle-America
and the east and west coast as well.
Who would have believed he could be black on top of it?


I wish I could remember when I realized that the Republicans
were going to give Obama the election.
There was some kind of giddy goofy exchange
that I heard between McCain and Palin,
and I thought:
these two aren't serious about this race.

There was also a meeting,
I think it happened in late October 2008,
a precedent setting meeting,
when Obama met with 
all the living presidents,
and I thought to myself:
I would love to be a fly on that wall.

I imagined the conversation went like this:

ALL THE LIVING PRESIDENTS:  "Barack, we're fucked.  America is in
the worst financial shape she's ever been in, most of the world hates us
and doesn't trust us, we're in a really crappy war,
and there's a really good chance that
it will get worse before it gets better.
Want to be the first Black American president?"

OBAMA: (still with the audacity to hope): "yes! I think I can do that!"

And the Republicans,
who have the calculating shrewdness of the very best psychopath,
said, "We think you're the best man for the job.
 The hope you bring
will make America feel good,
and the rest of the world like us
a little
again."

(By the way, that is an imagined dialogue.
Please don't quote me as accurate
;however,
sometimes I think that's precisely what happened:
Barack Obama was offered a place in history.)

 ( from language log )

What the Republicans also knew,
and probably anyone with half a brain also knew
was that, over the four years between
2008 and 2012
 the economy would continue to tank,
the war would get bloodier,
the terrorists would terrorize more,
and
America would forget,
oh so quickly forget
how bad we were before
Barack Obama became our 44th president.

And yes, under this young new black president,
international opinion began to turn,
as the rest of the world hoped, too, that America
was back on course to living in the world with them.
And yes, even as the Obama Administration made attempts,
with no help from the Republicans in Congress,
to change America's course,
the economy tanked more,
as anything in freefall is prone to do,
and terror became homegrown.


In fact, the Conservative spin industry in 2008 knew 
that
by 2010, Americans would be wondering
why things hadn't turned around,
and by 2011, if the Republicans packaged their product well enough
they could tap into middle-America's 
repressed racism
while also squelching
any real reforms
that this upstart young black man
who was given a historical opportunity to be president
tried to initiate.

This was a theory I developed
a little less than four years ago, 
but I was reminded of it,  tonight as I watched the debates.
Who won?  Of course, 
as a person looking for substance,
I'd say President Obama won.

However, I'm not sure everyone will see that.
Nor will they see what I see when I look at Romney.
I look at Mitt Romney and I see a masked man,
and the Republican machine,
the same machine that has blocked attempts
and bipartisanship during the Obama Administration,
has been working hard to build up his mask --


Mitt Romney is
a man who has been documented over and over
again to be a liar, with a bad temper.





He had no substance tonight;
if anything, he just repeated Obama's points.
But I give Romney credit:
he's a smooth schmoozer


when he's not being a bully.

Notice, too, he only talks about
the last four years.
He's relying,
or rather, the Republican-machine is relying
on America's amnesia.

As I say above, they are also relying, I'm afraid,
on White Middle America's
repressed racism.



It's been allowed to build up over the past four years,
and now the Republicans are tapping it,
while promoting a short public memory.


I am writing this entry because
I really feel this election is urgent.
Ultimately,
Mitt Romney,
like Barack Obama,
is a puppet for the larger
parties and interests behind them,
but unfortunately, 
they are puppets with international power.

We know what happened the last time
America voted a puppet into power
who didn't have a strong sense of 
America's place in the world:



We really need to look past
the spin
and ask ourselves:
who do we really want
in the position of president
of this nation?




Never forget.
Anything.
We need to keep our minds
and memories
crystal clear,
and try to maintain,
despite the apparent odds,
the audacity to hope.



20 October 2012

As We Approach The U. S. Elections, Some Words To Remember:


This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.

(Franklin Delano Roosevelt, First Inaugural Speech, 1932

26 September 2012

Vanity Sizing and the American Psyche



Sometime between 1999 and 2004, a miracle happened to me: 
I shrank.
In 1999, before I moved from the U.S.A. to Turkey,
I went to the doctor, and weighed in at around 148 pounds,
 5' 10" tall.
When I went to the mall to buy some pants for my move,
I bought a size 12.  I have wide hips.
The width of my hips was always a bit of an issue with me,
and as a younger woman I did stupid things to slenderize,
but then I decided that I had to accept that
my bone structure can't be changed.
And that was that: size 12 pants,
size 10 dress.
A comfortable, but slightly tall
Medium.
Out the door, I carried clothes made of real cotton
that I still own.

And then I moved away.
In Turkey, I did not shrink,
I remained the same size,
and my skin became paler.
But the first time I bought clothes back in the States,
about a year later,
I was amazed that I was buying
size 10 pants.
A few months later, in the USA, I was a comfortable
size 8, and by 2003 or so
I actually bought a size 6 pants in the USA.
I wish I could show them to you,
but they were really flimsy and feel apart.

America, you see, is the land of miracles:
as long as I was buying my clothes in the States,
I was shrinking.
I could ignore the scale, 
which hadn't budged,
nor had a shrunk in any other proportion.
It was all perception, after all.
I was shrinking.
The closet proclaimed it to me defiantly,
on every tag declaring my new size:
my ass was narrower,
my boobs more modest,  my waist
wasting away.


( from: listxsadist )

Well, if I wanted to be delusional,
I could believe that, but
I've never been one to favor
that frame of mind.
I prefer
the raw, cold truth,
even if it means acknowledging
things like my increasing varicosities.
In the end, I feel it makes life
a little easier.
At the time,
I suspected that there was a conspiracy afoot
to maintain America's delusion
that they weren't getting fatter,
and this morning as I woke up again
to my trusty radio, 
I heard a story that confirmed 
precisely what I had been thinking.


(photo and story at 
NPR )

Vanity sizing:
the latest, greatest
American tall tale,
designed to keep the clothes
moving off the racks.
This is what one of the women said
on the radio, in her lilting, lovely
Indian accent.
When Americans kept getting fatter,
and the sizes remained the same,
well,
the clothes stopped selling.
The clothing industry, then,
came up with this brilliant idea:
make a size 6 bigger, and
make a size 6 a size 00,
and lead the consumer to believe
they were still as svelte as a model,
even if they no longer fit
into normal-sized movie theatre seats.

I guess the statement that put me over the edge, though,
was this:
the interviewer asked the woman
with the lilting, lovely Indian accent
if this was ethical:
aren't we lying to the public?
And she replied:
It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

Ah, indeed, the logic of it sent my mind reeling,
because,
because
among other things, I thought:
is this the attitude that the rest of the world  has
about the average American?
That we are complacent, stupid, fat people
in denial about what we really are?

And then I thought:
yes, of course.  That is what the world thinks of us.
I've lived abroad;
I've traveled a lot;
I've seen the attitude towards Americans change,
and that change began when the American public
voted George W. Bush into office
a second time.

It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

( from nmnnewsandviews )


Just minutes before this story,
on NPR this morning,
I had listened to a speech from Mitt Romney,
given in Ohio.  Mitt Romney, declaring
that he will make more jobs, trim down the government,
and be a better international face for America ~ ~ ~

It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

It's the logic of the cheating lover
as he hands his spouse some flowers
and tells her that he loves her
before slipping off to see his concubine ~ ~ ~

It's not really a lie,
if the person wants to be lied to.

It's the logic of the boss,
who gives his employees a modest raise,
telling them that he would love to give them more,
but the firm is struggling so much,
and then buys himself a new private Leer jet ~ ~ ~

not really a lie. . . 
they wanted to be lied to. . . 

In the story about Mitt Romney they interviewed
a woman in rural Ohio,
who I'll bet is a size 6 or maybe even a 4,
and she said her only gripe with Mitt Romney is that
he isn't coming down harder on President Obama:

He should be saying it more like it is, and saying it loud,
she said,
Romney's been too polite;
he should not be so polite to Obama!

In other words, she would like to hear Mitt Romney screaming
that Barack Obama has done nothing for America,
that the woes of America are Obama's fault,
that Obama was born in Timbuktu,
that his mother wasn't a white woman from the mid-west,
. . . . .
She wants to hear it again and again,
and she wants to hear it screamed loud and long,
because she wants to be lied to,
because that will help her confirm her own beliefs
that a smart black man should not remain
in the highest office in the nation.

It's not really a lie
if you want to be lied to.

And if she and all the rest of working or
middle class G.O.P. America want to believe
that a wealthy millionaire businessman
really cares for her goodwill,
she can and she will,
as she sits in front of her 48" wide
flat screen TV,
watching the Simpsons,
which she feels comes closest to being like reality to her,
and eating burgers and chips,
in her size 6 jeans.


. . . not really a lie . . . 

(Oh, Romney assures us,
don't worry; we'll still have
Medicare . . . )

Vanity sizing, in the end,
sums up what is wrong with America.
And we hear about vanity sizing,
but still nothing is done about it.
Because we want to be lied to.
Because the truth might mean
that we have to do something about it.



( from runsleeprinserepeat )

I guess there's one good thing we can say about this:
as long as people are still lying,
the world will not end
anytime soon.

Or else that's what we want to believe.


Hamlet: In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true! She is a strumpet. What's the news?
Rosencrantz: None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
Hamlet: Then is doomsday near.

    ( Hamlet II:ii )