Even though I’m more aware than ever before of the love of friends and family, that doesn’t close down the snark machine in my head. The same head that is full up and rising with random thoughts as we move into Thanksgiving and beyond.
Let’s just think of the following as turkey turds:
The Current Occupant now declares that Pakistan’s Musharraf is One Swell Guy. Says Musharraf "truly is somebody who believes in democracy." The mind reels. And yet not, for it depends what one means by “democracy.” BushCo’s democracy operates separate and apart from America’s Constitution, carefully constructed separation of powers, civil liberties and any possible definition of decency and honor. The “leader” of the free world wears tailored suits and the ubiquitous American flag on his lapel. It’s a chameleon thing. Who is more dangerous – Musharraf of Pakistan or George II of Crawford? More musings.
Scott McClellan has blown the whistle on BushCo. Says they lied and made him perpetuate their lies. Big bullies all. But you gotta wonder about a guy who stifles himself until it’s time to promote sales of his just-published book. Stifles himself about wholesale, dangerous deceit. What the hell was he thinking? Is there anyone in BushCo who has current-time integrity? Who, given a whistle, would blow the damn thing because they actually believe in the “protect and defend the Constitution of the USA” thingie? Just askin’.
The New York Times leads with a piece about the uneasy pairing of John Kerry and John Edwards in 2004. Brought to us by the same geniuses who coupled (in the political sense) Al Gore and Joe Lieberman. May I suggest that we have a serious tops-down problem in the Democratic party?
The Democratic front-runners continue snipping and sniping amongst and between themselves. By and large, it involves tag-teaming against Hillary, whose principal tag-team partner is Bill. I used to like Bill, in spite of, oh, you know, everything. But his taste in women calls much into question. Whatever. This election cycle is a pathetic mess.
Actor Dennis Quaid’s newborn twins were given a massive overdose of a blood-thinning drug in the hospital. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Big national coverage. Reminds me of my brother, an adult with mental retardation, who was given a massive overdose of a killer antibiotic. Somehow, he survived after a frenetic year-long struggle. We were told afterwards it was all pretty much moot because his life has no value.
In the closer-to-home department, we have the Wisconsin man who shot one of his family’s pet goats when his wife refused to buy him (more?) beer. Also in Wisconsin, a young teen had his hat shot off his head while hunting. Today’s human interest stories.
I have absolutely no idea where Britney, Paris and Lindsay are spending Thanksgiving. I don’t give a fig.
Okay. Here it comes.
I do care about a lot of things. I’m full up and rising with gratitude for kind and supportive friends and family. For medical skill. For a relatively new car that will get us wherever we need to go over the next few months. For infusions of Caribou coffee (okay, I’m shallow). For progressives who keep trying, however imperfectly. For Stephen Colbert and Keith Olbermann. For a state with very few roundabouts. For the loyal birds who tough out Minnesota winters and show up at our feeders. For my brother, the survivor. Learned a lot from him. And for you, dear readers, I give thanks. Amen.