Well, I’m on my way to Phoenix to see David Byrne perform the new music he wrote with Brian Eno, and then to San Antonio, to teach two sessions of ringmaking at Wired Designs. I’m very much looking forward to both. If you are in the San Antonio area, or are coming in for class, please be sure to come by the Wine and Cheese booksigning and trunk show that is being hosted by the local PMC society. 7 p.m – ?
And, although I don’t have time to pay attention to it right now, there is some good news out of DC. As I write, the Progressive Caucus in the House of Representatives is presenting their rescue plan, which has, apparently, nothing to do with the Cash For Trash proposal from Bush and Paulson. I hope they can get something decent done here, because this is a real opportunity for change. I hope Barack is working with the House Dems; I can’t imagine that he isn’t.
Like he said last week, it’s amazing what one can get done when they aren’t busy trying to take credit for it. That quote stuck in my head, and it’s what has been in the back of my mind when I didn’t see him grandstanding on the bailout yesterday or today.
What we need is real leadership right now. And if the House has worked out something that can turn this ship around, and pass on party lines, I’ll be pleased. I expect no less from them, frankly; this is small potatoes compared to the crises that they are going to face as everything Bush and his cronies did crumbles into ruin around us.
Although with the mess things are in, it’s hard to know up from down. Whether or not the market crashes is, in a way, something that we are all collectively responsible for. I’m sure that the people who want to get their hands on that tasty 700 billion dollars and unload their bad debt at my expense are doing everything they can to rock the Dow, and make it seem like it’s OUR FAULT for not passing that BAILOUT BILL in a huge panicked rush.
I have bad feelings toward them all, as I hope every American taxpayer does right now, and I want more accountability, not less. I want a reasoned solution, not a frantic political freakout. I want heads on a plate, I want criminal prosecution, and I want pension funds protected and CEOs hung out to dry.
Give the bastards a few billion dollars, and work this out after the election, when we all know who is driving this bus. I want to know more about who is getting paid before I support any bailout plan that uses my money and my children’s future to pay for it.
of my back yard. And a creature not responsible for any of the world’s troubles. He messes up my hummingbird feeder, but hey. He’s welcome to all he can drink.
Mostly, I want to pull the covers over my head. Obama is polling almost ten points over McCain, states like Virginia, North Carolina, Colorado and Indiana are teetering blue- this is all great.
But things are really very bad out there. The only good news relies on possibility, the bad news is cast in stone. I admire Obama more every day for his even temperament, and his steadfast assurance that we can turn this around. My trust in him is about the only thing that keeps me pointed forward right now; I’ve never known such an inspirational leader.
I’m so furious about this “bailout” I can’t see straight. We have been played, and Congress didn’t defend against it previously, and they aren’t going to protect our interests now. There will literally be nothing left when Bush and Cheney leave office, and that’s their measure of a job well done. Everything in ruins, and the top tier of the super-wealthy sitting pretty with all of our cash, ready to run the tables in a recession. Dems rolling up their shirtsleeves to once again clean up a massive failure of greed and deregulation.
How ordinary Americans are going to pay to heat their homes this winter I can’t even guess, and how anyone will be able to retire in the next five years is beyond me. Thank God they didn’t get Social Security, that’s all I can say.
Babies and young children were attacked with chemical spray at an Ohio mosque on Friday, did you know? Some of the victims were refugees from the war in Iraq.
I was stricken with sorrow to read this news. And ashamed that it wasn’t even considered news by the mainstream media. I just found out tonight.
On Friday, September 26, the end of a week in which thousands of copies of Obsession: Radical Islam’s War Against the West – the fear-mongering, anti-Muslim documentary being distributed by the millions in swing states via DVDs inserted in major newspapers and through the U.S. mail — were distributed by mail in Ohio, a “chemical irritant” was sprayed through a window of the Islamic Society of Greater Dayton, where 300 people were gathered for a Ramadan prayer service. The room that the chemical was sprayed into was the room where babies and children were being kept while their mothers were engaged in prayers.
A report from someone who was on the scene:
“… the gas was sprayed into the room where the babies and children were being kept…Panicked mothers ran for their babies, crying for their children so they could flee from the gas that was burning their eyes and throats and lungs.
Read the whole story. At least one small child was treated for shock by paramedics. I’m pissed that it didn’t make the news, and I hope whoever did this is charged with domestic terrorism.
are incorrect does not stop me from making them. Here is another one: If McCain drops Palin, he will do it immediately before the VP debate, and will replace her with someone who has been drilling for weeks. Someone smart and reassuringly handsome and virile. What is Mitt Romney up to this week? I smell a rat.
Replacing Palin and feinting around Joe Biden is exactly the kind of shake-up stunt McCain loves. It would be guaranteed to take over the entire national dialogue for another week, distracting us from the laundry list of crimes, treason, and blunders unearthed in the past week.
By the way, have you ever seen a Blue Tongued Skink? I love that little tongue, the crimpy little spady detail at the end, and those micro-claws.
I’ll be watching the last cliffhanger games, and getting Ring Things ready to go to San Antonio. We’ve had a beautiful birthday weekend, lots of sweet moments. I can hear Evan singing softly in his room next to mine, the cats are sleeping in spots of sun, Liam and Bill are doing their own things in the den. The hummingbirds and butterflies have the run of the back yard, and I can hear birds singing all over the neighborhood. We are particularly flush with the Arizona State Butterfly, the two tailed Swallowtail.
It’s one of those moments in time where it’s almost impossible to feel anything but grateful. I hope that your day is bringing something of this to you as well.
The Vice Presidential debate, with Joe Biden and Sarah Palin, next Thursday. I’ll be watching from the great state of Texas, after what I’m sure will be an exciting day of Ring class at Wired Designs. We won’t be talking about politics in class, though, I’m not down with that. What good could possibly come of it? We want to be thinking about gorgeousness, and moving metal parts, and possibly the hotness and sweetness that was Paul Newman, not elections.
In a related note, I have heard tales recently of a teacher who was drunk in class, and one who asked all McCain voters to identify themselves at the beginning of the session. Amazingly they were not the same person.
Did you happen to catch Jack Cafferty of CNN, talking about Sarah Palin’s interview with Katie Couric?
