(barbara's note: This piece was written ten months ago. It is still relevant, and increasingly important. Read it. Think about it. Then do something helpful before November 02. Please and thank you.)
Before he'd served even one year President Obama lost the support of the easily distracted left and engendered the white hot rage of the hate-filled right. But some of us, from all walks of life and ideological backgrounds – including this white, straight, 57-year-old, former religious right wing agitator, now progressive writer and (given my background as the son of a famous evangelical leader) this unlikely Obama supporter – are sticking with our President. Why? Because he is succeeding.
We faithful Obama supporters still trust our initial impression of
him as a great, good and uniquely qualified man to lead us.
Obama's steady supporters will be proved right. Obama's critics
will be remembered as easily panicked and prematurely discouraged at best and shriveled hate mongers at worst.
I would say there's only way way to deal with political depression for those Democrats who are sighing and sulking: Dump your grievances with Democrats in Washington who don't behave the way you want Democrats to sound and behave.
I've heard from dozens of normally active and unapologetic Democrats who seem sucked into believing they are the ones who protect the holy writ of the party. Sometimes it takes a Bill Clinton to bend their noses back into shape as he did earlier this week.
The Democrats who think we're lost because they're convinced Obama turned out to be a sham, and who wonder what happened to the concept of guts in the Congress, need to know the one answer to their miasma: Turn every precinct inside out and strong-arm every sulking Democrat in sight to vote in November and two years from now.
The Republicans are going to come with torrents of money from K Street and Target and WalMart and Best Buy and the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. The Democrats are going to be outspent every day and out-talked by the Limbaughs and laughed at every day by the pukeheads on Fox News and out-churched by the Becks, but Read on!
I suppose the title reads like a tombstone engraving. And in some ways, maybe that's true. Unless...unless....
Historical 09/11 marks the day Americans and much of the world stopped in our tracks. We held our collective breath in disbelief, and wept for our America and those who died that day simply because they lived and worked in New York City. Remember? Of course you do. In the days and weeks that followed, we were a powerfully united country and the whole world embraced us without reservation. That is the last time our country was populated by grown-ups.
From that point forward – for nine agonizing years – we have spiraled ever deeper into a nation divided and subdivided. In the beginning, that was due at least in part to national trauma. There was no precedent, no blueprint for how to proceed. In our collective grief, we were willing to trust and cut slack because we were too gobsmacked to do otherwise. “Let go and let Bush” became the unspoken mantra. Critical analysis was viewed as something subversive. Read more.
Minnesota’s Democratic governor candidate buffet was like a Swedish smorgasbord. Bland, white, arguably wholesome stuff. Notable absence of spice. Is that a bad thing? Dunno. We’ll see.
I’ve been largely ambivalent about the Minnesota governor primary. Two wealthy, self-financing white males who were bucking (with a “b”) the arcane DFL system. One kinda, sorta grass-rootsy female, immersed in and blessed by the DFL.
But now that chapter is closed. This morning, Mark Dayton emerged victorious over Margaret Anderson Kelliher and Matt Entenza. We know MD won, because the Associated Press told us so. Presumably Secretary of State Mark Ritchie – the only genuine authority on the results – has by now weighed in, having waited until all the votes are counted. Kinda flies in the face of instant gratification, doesn't it? Read more.
Something new is going down at my place. I’ve become a baseball kinda gal. But wait! There’s more.
My Facebook Friends (4,937 of those people nearest and dearest to me) already know that over the past year or so, I’ve morphed from a passive read-about-‘em-in-the-paper Twins fan to a raucous game-watching, game attending, Mauer jersey wearing, stats following, trade savvy, armchair coaching baseball babe. And because I rarely ever watched a game before that, and never in hi-def until now, I’m new to up-close and personal glimpses of the Boys of September.
I moseyed into the kitchen tonight to rinse dinner dishes, thinking about the ballgame just concluded. Sadly, my guys lost. To Cleveland. Go figure.
I stepped onto the small rug in front of the sink. Kicked around a petrified pea with the sides of my tennies. Back and forth, back and forth. Settled into my dish rinsing stance. Shrugged my shoulders, easing the tension.
I began scraping congealed pasta and peas down the disposal. And then I turned away and spit on the floor. An odd but strangely satisfying thing. Read on!
On July 7, the last of three independent British commissions exonerated prominent climate scientists at the University of East Anglia of any wrongdoing in the so-called "Climategate," in which mysterious (and still anonymous) hackers trashed their reputations and confused public understanding of important climate science.
Meanwhile, back in America, prominent climatologist Michael Mann, also reviled by critics for his "Climategate" e-mails (and for his solid climate science), was similarly exonerated by a full review panel at Penn State University, where he teaches. Most important, all review panels affirmed the underlying science, and thereby the established scientific consensus that human activity is warming the planet. "The rigor and honesty of the scientists in not in doubt," the British panel concluded.
This should put to rest any remaining public "skepticism" of the scientific facts of climate change. If it doesn't, two new books will. Read more.
barbara has been out of town again, in places with no signal. That said, this clip, sent to me by LeftyMN, seemed important enough to find a way to share it with you.
What follows is the deeply moving Republican anthem, as sung by Michele Bachmann, John Kline, Tim Pawlenty (our MN radical right contingent), Mitch McConnell, John Boehner, John McCain, Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, et al.
I think it may tug at your heart and bring a tear to your eye.