Life is Busting out ALL Over!

Too much of a good thing?

Posted on: March 25, 2008

Hello blog buddies!!!

I have about 6 different drafts of posts all unfinished and with no direction. I can’t seem to get my mind at ease these days so I’ll just have to continue to work on them. Or just delete them. That actually might be the best option. I also have a raging cold/sinus/flu/hell so I think I’m excused. Why don’t grad assistants get sick days?? Anyway. I need a union.

One of my posts to come (if I can finish it) is entitled “Things I am thinking in my head but I cannot say because people don’t like you if you tell them in so many words that they are idiots” and lately a lot of them have been political. But there was an event here at my institution that made it come all spurting out… to the wrong audience of course (which I why I think them and not say these things).

So this democratic primary. It’s amazing, right?? Honestly, which I’m about to totally contradict, but in my heart of hearts  I absolutely LOVE to see the democratic process at work.  Despite my guy, my populist-down-with-the-MAN-first-to-have-an-universal-health-care-plan candidate, John Edwards, is out of the race. No hard feelings. Well, that’s not entirely true. I am currently in the struggle of the pick a side debate that is Obama or Clinton.

Since I’m somewhat of a breaking news/special reports junkie, election years are my favorite, FAVORITE. But since I lost my candidate, I have taken a back seat and just played observer to this democratic primary season. I love Obama’s message but I like Clinton’s experience. One day I’m for one and then I hear a speech of the other and I switch. Then I’d read The Huffington Post or watch Bill Maher and then I’m more confused. It makes my blood boil, but not in an excited way I had hoped but more in an overly sensitive person therefore anxious and maybe neurotic kind of way.

Here’s my point: Today Chelsea Clinton spoke (along with the hobbit Sean Astin) at thy university. Now Chels doesn’t do whole pep rally speech thing but rather quietly holds a Q and A with the college kids. I could not go to the Q and A – which by the way was held in a food court, quite possibly the WORST place ever but whatev, I hope to make those kind of decisions in my future career so I won’t judge.

Some of my co-workers went and filed interesting reports when they returned. I thought for sure in the cornfields of Indiana, that Chels would have a hard time with the red neck repubs we have all over the place (can I tell you how many Ron Paul stickers I step on a day on campus? A lot.).  Instead, apparently she got an earful from Obama peeps. Obama peeps were in the front row, their table was behind her, they brought signs (one said “Socialist!! Repent!!” which I think was random and non-affiliated).

And here’s where my anxious and somewhat neurotic mind kicks in: Is the democratic party, by splintering so passionately in two, ultimately going to be its’ own demise?? When one clinches the nomination, will the other side support that candidate or would they rather just not vote? I know how deflating it can be. I’ve seen John Edwards speak and it was mesmerizing and on Super Tuesday, after he withdrew, I just checked into CNN periodically after I was glued during Iowa and New Hampshire. It’s a bummer and the longer it goes on the more invested I’m sure those supporters are.

I had a long talk with the ex recently (this is the 5th unfinished post) about this. Now Ex is political. Not only did he block Lake Shore Drive in war protests in 2003, but he also was the “Youth Vote Coordinator” for the state, I’m sorry, the commonwealth, of Virginia for Gore’s 2000 campaign. He also danced with Hils and Chels at the inaugural ball, in 1996 – which I think is an exaggeration because he would have been 21 but he’s convincing. He also reads The Nation. What I’m saying is, he knows the political strategy and the game and how to win, or not win, I guess.

He thinks McCain is going to win by a landslide. Now when the man who only refers to Bill as “William Jefferson Clinton, our country’s 42nd President” in casual conversation says this, one takes note. He thinks at this point in the campaign, with only one candidate the Republican party is very focused, and in the eyes of the American people, that means more effective.

So as I watch my party’s candidates trade jarbs and try to pull out a victory in places like INDIANA (god, please don’t let Indiana be the deciding factor for this, PLEASE! I don’t even think they are true democrats here!), I wonder if this pendulum swinging back and forth is doing more harm than good.

There is an afterthought to this as I spoke to my dad today. He has seen the light and in the first time in his 63 years on earth will be voting democrat. Good old Dad told me and I quote, “McCain doesn’t have a shot in hell to win this thing.”

I hope he is right and I’m just being my usual anxious and quasi-neurotic self.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Synopsis

musings and panic attacks of a Chicago girl embarking on a new life in Texas. Only it's not always June and it's not in song.

Tweets, Twit, Twha?

Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.

lifeisbustingblog@yahoo.com

Pages

%d bloggers like this: