makin' a stink
Home in LA, and the cold's subsiding, though six hours on a plane upgraded me from "nearly better" to a vague "sickish" holding pattern. I need more zinc! Zinc, for the young lady in the raspberry polka-dot shoes!
My collection of post-election links range from the obvious ("Business is good, if you're a shrink in a Blue State", "De Nile's not just a river") to the parodic ("You have selflessly sacrificed your well-being and voted against your own economic interest," said Karl Rove to the Republican voters. "For this, we humbly thank you.").
Whether it's shell-shock or denial or sore-loserism or what (being too close to it, and not having the money to see my shrink this month, I'm unable to define my own set of cranky emotions), I'm also collecting the lefty articles on the (alleged) vote-count fraud in Florida and Ohio, to wit: "Bush's vote counts in Florida districts number double, or even triple, the number of registered Republicans in those districts", or the ongoing struggle for an Ohio recount: "Ohio Set to Reckon With Outstanding Ballots" (and it's more editorial brother, "Evidence Mounts That The Vote Was Hacked").
I'm not ready to whip out my "Grandma Didn't Vote Buchanan!" sign again just yet, but if you ask me if I feel it's beyond this administration to attempt a coup, the answer is, no way in hell. Which is to say, absolutely I feel this administration has so little respect for the American voter that, if it were indeed possible (with the system of checks and balances we have in place), to simply TELL the country that Bush won, some Republicans would not be above doing so.
se_parsons and
leadensky, I've been following both of your LJs and reading the links you're providing with as much non-partisan perspective as I can muster this week, so, anyway, I hope that higher minds and cooler heads than mine will continue to look into this matter, because I'd really like to know if I'm truly out of step with this country (as the pundits seem to be saying about Democrats) or if there's something more insidious at work.
In related news, Ashcroft resigned. Colin Powell may follow, also Rumsfeld. I feel a bit like Hawkeye and Trapper felt when Frank Burns put in for a transfer -- glad to be getting rid of 'em, but what if we wind up with someone worse?! Hawk and Trap proceeded to spray paint all the rocks by the M*A*S*H creek gold, hoping Frank's greed would keep him around. I haven't yet figured out how to translate that into practical purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm gonna miss Powell when he goes.
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On the day's agenda, in no particular order, take more Sudafed, eat a chocolate chip cookie, pick up
_maayan at the hairdresser, call Shox back, watch M*A*S*H season 4, go to the bar and see my boys after a week of ennui-ish withdrawal, come back to the House for Wayward Uruk-Hai and eat my body weight in bagels.
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PLUS, my LJ userpics up and expired on me! C'est la vie, as Francoisette might say, ou est l'appareil-foto (as I butcher the language), and I'll just stick with good 'ol Frank Burns Eats Worms.
My collection of post-election links range from the obvious ("Business is good, if you're a shrink in a Blue State", "De Nile's not just a river") to the parodic ("You have selflessly sacrificed your well-being and voted against your own economic interest," said Karl Rove to the Republican voters. "For this, we humbly thank you.").
Whether it's shell-shock or denial or sore-loserism or what (being too close to it, and not having the money to see my shrink this month, I'm unable to define my own set of cranky emotions), I'm also collecting the lefty articles on the (alleged) vote-count fraud in Florida and Ohio, to wit: "Bush's vote counts in Florida districts number double, or even triple, the number of registered Republicans in those districts", or the ongoing struggle for an Ohio recount: "Ohio Set to Reckon With Outstanding Ballots" (and it's more editorial brother, "Evidence Mounts That The Vote Was Hacked").
I'm not ready to whip out my "Grandma Didn't Vote Buchanan!" sign again just yet, but if you ask me if I feel it's beyond this administration to attempt a coup, the answer is, no way in hell. Which is to say, absolutely I feel this administration has so little respect for the American voter that, if it were indeed possible (with the system of checks and balances we have in place), to simply TELL the country that Bush won, some Republicans would not be above doing so.
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In related news, Ashcroft resigned. Colin Powell may follow, also Rumsfeld. I feel a bit like Hawkeye and Trapper felt when Frank Burns put in for a transfer -- glad to be getting rid of 'em, but what if we wind up with someone worse?! Hawk and Trap proceeded to spray paint all the rocks by the M*A*S*H creek gold, hoping Frank's greed would keep him around. I haven't yet figured out how to translate that into practical purposes, but at the end of the day, I'm gonna miss Powell when he goes.
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On the day's agenda, in no particular order, take more Sudafed, eat a chocolate chip cookie, pick up
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PLUS, my LJ userpics up and expired on me! C'est la vie, as Francoisette might say, ou est l'appareil-foto (as I butcher the language), and I'll just stick with good 'ol Frank Burns Eats Worms.
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Also: welcome back! Will I ever rate an email again?
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Also: welcome back! Will I ever rate an email again?
Eh! Yes. The problem is that, by this point, I have SO much to say to you that it's just snowballing and we STILL don't have internet at the house, so I can't just catch you when I'm inspired. But tell me about Paris? Your travelogues, as always, are marvelous. And gimme a week or so to get that e-mail on its way. xoxoox
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The problem is that, by this point, I have SO much to say to you that it's just snowballing and we STILL don't have internet at the house, so I can't just catch you when I'm inspired.
You, my dear, are a terrible tease, is all I'm saying.