Just when I thought I was too old to have anymore firsts in my life, along comes one from a totally unexpected quarter. Every initiative in Tuesday’s election campaign went the way I voted. That has never ever happened to me before. I guess this means that after 42 years, I am finally an official Alaskan.
What happened to Thanksgiving
The holiday season is here. It used to be three separate occasions – Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. Now it’s one long sprint to the finish. Those campaign ads will rapidly be replaced with ads suggesting your family cannot possibly have a good holiday unless you spend yourself into near bankruptcy.
I liked it better when these holidays were each their distinct own moment. But now Thanksgiving seems to be but a way station on the road to the exorbitant spending that occurs in an orgy of frantic shopping and leaves most people with that regretful hangover of surfeit physical
You end up feeling so helpless
My little BuddhaBubba had some kind of seizure on Sunday evening. I felt so helpless, just holding her and telling her she was going to be ok and not being able to do anything for her. Thankfully my friend Janis was here and drove us to the PET ER. Of course, once we got there, BB just trotted around like everything was fine and she had no idea why everyone was making such a fuss. sigh. For what a Pet ER visit costs, you’d think she could have at least foamed at the mouth a little.
We go to her
If you are reading this and haven’t voted yet…
… then turn your computer off, get your ass off that chair and go vote or do not complain about anything in government or politics for the next two years. You forfeit your right to be disgusted by a government for which you did not even bother to vote!
JEB Bush for president?
Oh sweet lord! Even his mother doesn’t want him to run. Another Bush or another Clinton. Helluva choice.
Scariest Halloween costume ever
Any current politician standing on your front doorstep asking for a donation is scary. Add Ted Cruz and you have reached Friday the 13th terror.
The last words on a depressing campaign season
This is my last column before the general election. Can I get a “Hallelujah”? In just one week the positively depressing, ugly, noisy campaigns of truthiness will be over. I already voted. Whereas just a short week ago I felt at least a slight twinge of guilt when I walked from my mailbox straight to my recycle bin with all the political mailers, now I do so with a completely clear conscience.
I recently spoke with a friend who explained that he was not voting for anyone this year. I was shocked, as I knew him to be a conscientious
High school reunion
In a little over two weeks, I’ll be heading East to my 50th high school reunion. For a generation that swore to never trust anyone over thirty, this number is painful. On the one hand, I’m glad I actually managed to live this long. On the other hand, I can’t believe I managed to live this long. Given some things I did in my past, the betting would not have been in my favor.
As we get one day nearer to the end
I find myself wondering if a dictatorship is really all that bad? At a minimum, we have to ask if it’s as bad as a political campaign season.