My Zen Arcade

I would like you to consider the following quotation from Bill Clinton before you go to the voting booths.  Then look at how Ms. Clinton has been campaiging.

“Now one of Clinton’s Laws of Politics is this,” Mr. Clinton says. “If one candidate’s trying to scare you and the other one’s trying to get you to think; if one candidate’s appealing to your fears and the other one’s appealing to your hopes, you better vote for the person who wants you to think and hope. That’s the best.”

Some days, after hearing about McCain not supporting the GI Bill expansion, after watching the MSM rip into Obama because of some poorly chosen (though ultimately accurate) words, after seeing Clinton use that same cheap attack, after watching some of the worst political reporting in history, I almost want to move into the mountains and set up an armed compound.

And on the topic of Clinton…please…drop out.  You will not become president this round.  I’m sorry, but its true.  There are only two ways this can go for you.

1. You don’t win the nomination.  And so you don’t become president.
2. You win the nomination by getting enough super-delegates to overcome Obama’s lead, basically over-riding the will of the people.  That splits the party.  McCain wins.  You don’t become president.

Personally, a big-ass disaster for the Democratic party might be just what we need.  My concern is the timing.  The fact of the matter is that McCain is a promise of 4 more years of a failed administration.  McCain is completely unqualified in knowledge, experience, and temperment for the office of president.  We have real people with real problems.  Its time we started acting like they matter, like the 57% increase in foreclosures matters, like the fact that there’s no end in sight to the bloodshed in Iraq, like the fact that the rich get richer and the poor are just shuffled off.

McCain doesn’t care.  Maybe he used to care, but he’s decided he gets more votes from the filthy rich who don’t have any problems.

Hm.  I think I always get a little pissed at the rich around tax time.  Not because they make more than i do.  But its the complaining.  Look, I make a decent living.  I’m not rich, but I’m doing pretty good, probably better than my parents ever did.  I consider myself to be part of the ‘group that always gets screwed’ when it comes to taxes.  Not enough wealth that anyone cares about me, not poor enough to be a cause.  And I’m OK with that.  I pay my taxes.  I do so, basically, without complaint (I don’t necessarily think we spend our money wisely…).  I can’t stand people making twice what I do who then bitch because maybe this year they can’t buy the third house so they can vacation on the east coast AND west coast.  That sickens me.

I like being part of this country.  I like having roads, and hospitals, and firemen.  I like having services and defense and all that.  I know that my taxes going to help the poor also helps me, and that someday I may need that same help.   I am an American, and I am a patriot.  And I believe we should stand together or not at all.

What about you?

Until a couple weeks ago, I honestly didn’t think the woman had a chance.  Why blog about someone who is half a breath away from becoming irrelevant.

How wrong I was. 

In that time, a couple things have come to light.

1. Hillary lied about being ‘under fire’ in Bosnia (or where ever) and got her daughter to lie as well
2. She apparently belongs to some nutjob elitest cult
3. She appears to have a number of large donors pressuring Pelosi to support the idea of super-delegates switching ’sides’

And these are just a few of my favorite things.  To me, these are signs of a self-centered, not-very-bright, condescending bizarro woman.  Look, the cult is nuts, the super-delegates switching would screw the party just for her benefit (and ultimately, the benefit of the Republicans) and the lie about Bosnia simply shows how much contempt she has for the people she claims to represent (did she really think there wasn’t footage???)

If this is how being First Lady has prepared her, I’ll pass, thanks.