11.05.08

And so it ends…And so it begins.

Posted in Navel Gazing, Politics, Rants at 2:44 am by Sulla

I started following the 2008 race sometime in early 2007, when only the most pathological politics junkies were paying much attention. As a result, I peaked a bit too early, and by September I just wanted the darn thing to be over.

And now, finally, it is. There are still votes to count, and a few open races and ballot measures to resolve, but the Big One is in the can. For the first time in 12 years, we’ve gone to bed knowing who won, and the Atlantic Seaboard folks didn’t even have to stay up that late. For the first time since LBJ (I think), a Democrat won more than 50% of the popular vote. Though I had a preferred candidate, this was my greatest prayer – an unambiguous result. No “one-state” shenanigans and cries of stolen elections. (Voter fraud is another story, but that’s a Donkey Party tradition, and I doubt he needed it to win.)

In one sense, it’s good that the Democrat won. We’d already been warned months in advance that anything other than an Obama victory would mark America as a “racist” nation, and such philosophical luminaries as Erica Jong were warning of a “second civil war” in the event of a McCain “third stolen Bush term” victory. Well, no chance of that now. And, for the first time since Bill Clinton absconded with the White House furniture, the Daily Kos/MoveOn.org wing of the Democratic Party can consider themselves Americans again. Republicans are infinitely more gracious losers. (We made much of Clinton’s “never topped 50% of the popular vote” in the 1990s, but we never, EVER claimed he wasn’t the President. That juvenile insanity needs to die. Stake its heart, cut off its head, boil it in garlic, nuke it from orbit; leave no doubt. We may be two parties, but we are not Two Americas. We’re all in this together.)

Like 2006, it wasn’t the GOP’s year. Sen. McCain prevailed in the primaries largely on the backs of independents and Democrats, and because Mike Huckabee preferred to shred the party rather than let Mitt Romney anywhere near the GOP ticket. (Yes, I’m still bitter about that idiot’s personal vendetta.) Gov. Sarah Palin energized the base and helped make it much closer (popular vote) than I expected, but McCain is an honorable man who ran as a “my turn” candidate rather than with any platform of ideas the GOP was likely to rally around. My main reason for supporting McCain was his support for victory in Iraq and elsewhere, which America owes to our men and women in uniform who have sacrificed so much to make it possible. McCain’s real goal, it seemed, was to win the nomination he felt had been stolen from him in 2000. Had he fought with the same vehemence in the generals that he did in the primaries, he might have done better tonight.

By contrast, Barack Obama worked his bad-dancing butt off to win the presidency from…well, pretty much the day he was sworn into the Senate. He took on the “inevitable” Clinton machine and won the nomination. Although his post-racial, post-partisan facade slipped badly toward the end, his acceptance speech tonight was worthy of the historic moment of our first President-elect who happens to be black. He didn’t win BECAUSE he’s black; had that occurred it would have cheapened the accomplishment. Obama won because he ran a better race, and better motivated his base. He was opposed by over his policies, his past, and his personal associations…not for his pigmentation. (I really need to stop alliterating.) Considering how much money he raised, Barack’s true colors in 2008 are gold and green.

I don’t see Obama as “our first black President.” He’s not “African-American” in the traditional sense; his paternal ancestors don’t have that legacy of slavery; his Kenyan father spent little time in the U.S. His mother’s side of the family was fairly well off, and his education was more elite and privileged than most people’s, certainly more than mine.

Obama’s rise to prominence reminds me far more of John F. Kennedy than Jesse Jackson. JFK’s big hurdle was his religion. So, I would argue, was Obama’s. JFK had the Pope and Catholicism. Obama had Rev. Wright and Liberation Theology. For JFK’s presidency, religion turned out to not be much of an issue (especially that whole “thou shalt not commit adultery” thing). Only time will tell how much President Obama will bring from Wright’s pews to the Oval Office.

As a conservative, little of the Obama platform appeals to me. But as with any presidency, Obama’s will not be treated by the House or Senate as tablets inscribed by a burning bush on Mount Sinai. He may have solid Democratic majorities in both houses, but as Clinton and Carter learned, congressional Democrats have a legislative ego that transcends party. If he fails to treat them with proper respect, the unholy Pelosi/Reid duumvirate will school him in a hurry. And if Obama doesn’t treat the congressional GOP with at least minimal respect, they survive in sufficient numbers to throw their sabots into the machinery. It’s lopsided, but DC is still a two-party town. Bill Clinton made the grave mistake of calling the congressional GOP “irrelevant” in one of his first addresses to Congress. Less than two years later, he was bellowing that he was still relevant to the first GOP House majority in 40 years. Hubris is still the #1 killer of political ambition, and “The Messiah” had better chain someone to his side to whisper “remember thou art mortal” into his ear at every opportunity, or he’ll very likely be facing a GOP congress in 2010.

Vice President-elect Biden, the one-man growth market for American comedy, said that Obama will be tested. Does anyone believe he isn’t correct? Al Qaeda surely cannot resist the opportunity. Ahmadinajad’s Iran is drooling with anticipation. Likewise China, eager to assume dominance in the 21st century. (Yes, I’m learning Mandarin.) Venezuela. North Korea. Canada (*grumble* Zamboni-drivin’ freaks…) And our allies like Columbia, India, infant Iraq, Sarkozy’s France, nuclear Pakistan, etc. have to wonder what Obama’s America will mean to our relationship with them. Like JFK, I’m not that hopeful that President Obama will be ready from day one to handle a crisis. What will Obama’s Bay of Pigs (with lipstick) be? Or his Cuban Missile Crisis? How will he fare? Does it give ANYONE comfort that Joe Biden will be there every step of the way? Or that John friggin Kerry might be America’s Ambassador of Hopenchange as Secretary of State or Defense?

I don’t mean to be utterly negative. Obama claims to be a pragmatist, and if he turns out to be one then he’ll likely make some decent cabinet picks. He will push policies more left-leaning than I would prefer, but I believe in the sausage-grinder of American lawmaking; lips and buttholes become tasty, tasty frankfurters with the right preparation. And it takes just one catastrophe to change presidential priorities in a hurry. Witness 9-11, Hurricane Katrina, the Fannie May debacle. Under the right circumstances, even the biggest isolationist can become the most committed nation-builder. Even a Clinton can decide to pass comprehensive welfare reform. Even a “conservative” can pass a bailout bill that makes Sweden look capitalist. It’s all about adaptability. It’s less about getting your agenda passed than about dealing with the zillion things that you never guessed would come your way.

So…I head to bed knowing that our next President will be “that guy” rather than “my guy.” There are a lot of happy people in this country tonight, and many who are genuinely scared of what the next four years will bring. All of us will be Obama’s responsibility come January. He’ll be opposed – every president from George Washington to George Dubya has been, vehemently, and it would be unAmerican to expect otherwise – but how he deals with it will determine his legacy. The best Presidents exert influence far beyond their enumerated powers, by virtue of their skills and their character, and the nature of the challenges they face.

Frankly, I’d be happy if Pres. Obama is merely adequate, and presides over another “holiday from history” for the next four years. His “fundamental transformation” talk scares my side of the aisle. He may think of it in terms of unicorns and orgasms, but some of us have starker visions of gulags, reeducation camps, great depressions, and stuff going Boom. I’d be ecstatic with four boring, adequate, uneventful, not-unemployed years.

As much as I like and respect George W. Bush – and I do – the last eight years have been more eventful than anyone in 2000 imagined or hoped or feared they would be, George W. Bush included.

Oh well. Ready or not, here comes 44: Captain Messiah, and his sidekick Gaffey. I will pray for them, and for the country. Because I still believe with Ben Franklin that in these perilous times, we must all hang together, “or surely we must all hang separately.” United we stand, divided we fall. The American family will certainly bicker over who gets the good seat in the living room and control of the remote during prime-time…but we must work together to put our house in order and to get the damn neighbor kids off our lawn when they try to T.P. us.

So, congratulations, President-elect Obama. Whatever happens next, you made history tonight.

Don’t screw it up.

09.27.08

I has a Twitter. Let me show you it.

Posted in Administration, Entertainment, Navel Gazing at 3:05 pm by Sulla

I’ve resisted the Twitter call for months. But one of the geek podcasts I tune into – TWiT network, GeekBrief TV, Buzz Out Loud, can’t remember which – finally pushed me to take the leap. Perhaps it was Merlin Mann, the clown prince of productivity and Picasso of profanity. [warning: I alliterate unintentionally, and often. I'm in therapy for it, but progress is slow.]

I’m chock-full of opinions, but I have a tendency to compartmentalize. For purely political commentary, I read a lot of political blogs, and I occasionally comment, but the bulk of my contributions are at Hot Air, where I dove in with both feet during the primaries and found a steady supply of agreement and disagreement. (Sometimes, I prefer the latter. It’s one thing to get kudos from the choir. But I relish the times when I can persuade – or be persuaded – to a better position.)

I dearly love the Gerbils at Teh Squeaky Wheel, where political rants (though they are certainly there) give a back seat to things like friendship, wit, silly pictures, classic pinups, and a camaraderie and compassion that keeps me lurking even when I have little time to comment. They continue to welcome me warmly even when I’m on radio silence for long stretches. And in this very partisan season, it’s a refuge.

I don’t feel that urgently about posting to my own blog, largely because I crave feedback and that’s more readily available where there are many people. When I do post here it tends to be when I have a lot to say, or I chew through complex thoughts. The posts, then, tend to be sporadic, and looooooong. When I need to go on at length, nothing else will do – regardless of whether anyone is paying attention.

But those take time to compose. As rough as they may read at times, I do fuss over them a lot before I post. And it’s tough to find time to devote to lengthy writing. Far more often, I just feel the urge to do a drive-by comment. Hot Air and TSW are good places for that, but sometimes even those places “take too long” because of my temptation to stick around and dive into conversations.

For barbaric yawps of one minute or less, this Twitter thing has potential. 140 character limit. Post from your phone. No logging in needed. No need to check the landscape to be relevant to the thread. Just toss out the bon mot and get on with life.

So…where I have this place to gaze at, contemplate, spelunk into and explore my navel in a leisurely fashion, I also need an outlet for the eeeevil, brief, spontaneous idiocy that flows from my mind like butter from a cow with Parkinsons. The nuggets will vacillate between profound and pitiful, a light nosh or a frothy glass of phlegm, depending on my mood. (I know: ewwwwww.)

Should you happen to care or be curious about the Readers Digest view of the button-down mind of the cuddly dictator, check out http://twitter.com/sulla_puppy. I’ll also use that place to link to my rare blog posts here.

09.18.08

Left, Right, and off-center

Posted in Navel Gazing, Politics at 1:34 am by Sulla

I found a lot that bugged me in this talk by Jonathan Haidt, but I also came away with some food for thought.

What do you think?

[If nobody comments on this, my next post will not be pretty. Me want discussion!]

09.10.08

I has a blog (again). Let me show you it.

Posted in Administration, Navel Gazing at 8:23 pm by Sulla

You ever have that kind of summer where you forget your passwords, and your password manager went bye-bye in the hard disk crash? (at least the music library was backed up…)

Yeeeeeah. Been one of those.

Now that I can access my own blog again, I’ll play a bit of catch-up with one or more (brief) posts about where we are now and how we got here, my thoughts on the nominees and their VP picks, and my projections for November.

Because I know that the conversation can’t really begin until I have spoken…and once I’ve spoken, there is little left to say.

Being the Final Word has its advantages, but it stinks for carrying on a conversation. I’ll try not to be quite so profound and wise.

Joe, can you hand me a shovel?

10.20.07

Happy place…

Posted in Distractions, Navel Gazing at 5:47 pm by Sulla

Must…stop…thinking…of…Dingy…Harry…

Bit of fantasy, perhaps? Maybe some wholesome Harry Potter, now that the series is all wrapped up with nothing new to speculate about…

….Oh.

Wow.

Okay, so maybe politics is more comforting after all.

10.10.07

All outraged out (trust Teh Cycle™)

Posted in Distractions, Entertainment, Navel Gazing at 2:04 pm by Sulla

There are certain politicians that just get my engines running, and not in a good way.

There have been times when I fed off that knee-jerk outrage, and other times when I just wanted to escape to more soothing topics.

The previous post, about Harry Reid, just pushed me over the edge. Time to find my “oooommmmm” side again.

I’m sweating up a storm, packing up my office for a move this weekend (Bigger cubicle! Massive decluttering! Labsourcing half my equipment! I’ll have room for a cot again!) My iPod is set to Baroque (random). I’m steering clear of some of my favorite sites for a few days and curling up with book or three and some seriously cheesy television. Maybe check in with some good friends.

I’m feeling better already.

09.13.07

Curse you, Steve Jobs!

Posted in Distractions, Entertainment, Navel Gazing at 9:41 pm by Sulla

I have more media players than I need. But not more than I want.

I blame Steve Jobs. The seductive turtlenecked bastard.

On September 5 he refreshed the entire iPod line. My first two ipod Nano devices are gone (stolen and flushed) but my high-end 2nd Generation Nano has been a bloody workhorse for over a year. There’s nothing wrong with it…except it’s no longer the Alpha Pod. Now there are video-capable Nano Fatties and the Buddha Pod (“scuze me while iTouch the sky…”), which beckon in their slutty Siren ways at The Steve’s behest.

Need? Not yet. I’ve bought too many MP3 players over the years, most of which still work…but not well enough. Intel’s 32Mb flash player. the Audible Otis. A couple of Creative players with no screen. A few “MP3 CD” devices with navigation as smooth as Iggy Pop’s face. a “Nano Killer” from Sansa that does have some nice features but just annoying enough to gather more dust than attention; I refresh it once a week, whether I need to or not.

No, for the past couple of years, my go-to devices have been my Palm PDA (for video and ebooks) and the Nano (for audio). The third Nano was the charm.

The new Nano would be a decent one-for-one replacement of my current iPod, but for video? For music videos, perhaps, but for Stargate reruns and Top Chef? Um, no. So what of the iPod Touch? Definitely replace my current iPod, and a partial replacement for the PDA, though there would be tradeoffs; I’m addicted to some PalmOS apps, for which there are at present no Apple equivalents. But given time, it could inherit the PDA mantle.

Given time. So, why not wait?

I’ve resigned myself to holding onto my current devices until they die. There is no Grand Unification device yet. I am not tempted to “accidentally” flush my Nano…yet. When Steve talks, I earphone up, like Odysseus lashed himself to the mast, for my own safety.

Seductive. Turtlenecked. Bastard.

I give myself until Christmas.

06.17.07

Potts Wins!

Posted in Navel Gazing at 10:42 pm by Sulla

What a difference a week makes. From

His MySpace page now lists his occupation as “EX – carphone warehouse salesman.”

Next gig: performing for the Queen. Godspeed, Paul. (I’ll send you the bill for all the Kleenex – I’ve yet to make it through one of your performances without weeping.)

06.08.07

First they came for Paris

Posted in Entertainment, Navel Gazing, Poetry at 1:46 pm by Sulla

And I said nothing, because I wasn’t a svelte billioneiress with a DUI record.

Then I realized I was the only one not talking about it.

Must be a slow news week. Presidential debates? Immigration/amnesty bills? G-8 summits? MacBook Pro announcements?

Please. Get your priorities, straight, people. Paris is burning.

And kicking and screaming. Yes, she deserves jail time, but I can sympathize with the culture shock that jail would be to anyone, let alone someone to whom the world is her personal Galleria.

Okay, time’s up. Back to the important stuff.

05.09.07

Egad. Where was I? Where am I?

Posted in Administration, Navel Gazing at 4:41 pm by Sulla

Time flies when life is happening in earnest.

Not much to report: work and family are taking up 120% of my time. I miss hanging out with my gerbilly friends. I have a few thousand China pictures to plow through and share. I have a few dozen Gerbilee pictures to plow through and share.

Sigh.

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