Folks, it's been a little bleak around the Clothesline. Barb and Dave have that cancer demon to defeat, and Barb's brother is ill, and my niece and her husband and their families just went through the excruciating ordeal of watching their newborn son Sam, a twin, slowly die from complications related to twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, and there are still grave concerns about the other wee twin, Will. And then there's -- everything else.
Including Junior's bizarre press conference (posted by Barb below) endorsing John how-many-ways-would-you-like-me-to- kiss-your-fanny McCain, which made me think of the Butterfly Effect, and how the ripple from one very limited monkey-man's mouth grew to create a hurricane of trouble for millions of people all over the world. And there's McCain, shit-eating grin and all, standing there next to Junior, and I start to see the Butterfly effect all over again, starting with the supreme court, flutter flutter flutter.
More on butterflies -- and a screed on Dems to boot.
Well, truth is, I'm also thinking about butterflies because I'm bailing again, off to the Chincua Monarch Butterfly Preserve in Michoacan, Mexico, where 100 million Monarch butterflies winter over in the high mountain forests, migrating from as far away as Canada, and no one quite knows why or how they do it. (It's also where, I just read in today's NYTimes, gun-toting loggers are illegally clear-cutting the habitat. So hurry hurry, see them while you can . . . )
So please keep Barb company. Enjoy her kick-ass great writing --which is the reason the Clothesline exists -- and take time to comment, which we love because you're all so smart. And also, please remember the suffering ones in your thoughts.
Meanwhile, thought I'd post this little screed from our daughter Zara.
I'm still kind of in Samantha Power's camp when it comes to Hillary. But I'm worried about Obama going down the path David Brooks laid out today. There does seem to be have been some palpable lessening of the magic recently. I felt it even before Ohio and Texas, I must admit.
Still, I'm seriously considering un-registering as a Democrat. I'm pretty thoroughly disgusted with the Party, who refused to support Al Gore properly (I wasn't living here for that election, but that's my impression - though I know he did a good job of taking himself down), who forced the totally unelectable John Kerry down our throats, and now is waffling, changing rules, fighting its own best chances. We've become like some comically inept band of bickering, small-time, Central American guerillas. If they go through with a plan to somehow reinstate the MI and FL delegates and it results in a Hillary win, that really may be it for me. I know it's a bad thing to shut those voters out, but here's the deal THEY shut themselves out - I mean, their state parties did. Now they're all, like, crying "poor disenfranchised me," but the party should show some tough love on this one. Sorry, worse option is to change rules midway in a climate where people (Dems) are unprecidentedly cynical about the electoral process. I'm SO hesitant to say it, because I reviled and continue to revile people who voted for Nader on this basis, but I'd almost rather see McCain win at this point. I'm trying to tell myself how horrible that would be (the MAIN problem for me is his capitulation to the Club for Growth dogma on taxes - devastating to a country that's literally falling apart) because intellectually I know it will be. But I can't FEEL it the way I felt it with Bush. A lot depends on who his VP is, and as he's likely to pick some standard issue, smug, piece-of-shit from Repub central casting, then I will probably begin properly to hate him. And the idea of him. But, so far, I don't. Forgive me father, for I have sinned, and all that. I do hate his wife, though. Will that help me out in purgatory?