Yeah, Russ, I’m with you: this whole Senate thing is making me crazy. I hate the Nelsons, I hate the Liebermans, I hate the Snowes and — uh oh, here it comes — I HATE HOWARD DEAN. What makes stupid centrists think that it’s anything other than morally abhorrent to hold the process hostage to their vanity, and what makes stupid lefties think that some magical single-payer opportunity is going to pop up any time soon, when our country has been attempting and failing to deal with this health-care clusterfrak for decades (a century, by some reckoning)?
Really, the term “centrist” is pretty useless, no? Included under that umbrella term are both the pragmatists (the “can’t we all just get along?” people)- and the contrarians (the “pox on both your houses” people) — and while both those groups are referred to as centrists, they don’t actually have so much in common, do they? I say this because, as a relatively moderate leftie of the former persuasion, I want to KILL EVERYONE of the latter persuasion, some of whom are the totally leotarded swing-voter types that I still have trouble believing actually exist — onnly they do exist, because without them, our national elections wouldn’t be such a nightmare, right?
And while I’m on the cranky, ranty warpath: what about Christmas?
I’m getting Footie Pajamas a real Lionel train set this year (Ages 8 and up? Pshaw! That’s just The Man trying to keep us down!) — so that’s rad, but the rest of it is kinda bollocks. I feel like I can’t, in good conscience, file Christmas Cheer under Taking the Joke Too Far, especially when there are kids involved, because while I’m kind of an asshole, I’m not that big an asshole. Plus, I have to be careful not to cede too much ground to Big Pajamas, who would probably avoid all ritualized celebrations if he had his druthers. And yet. And yet. I had this idea that it would be magical fun again when I had a child to surprise with amazing, longed-for presents, but right now it mostly feels like one more thing I gotta do, you know?
What DO I like, you ask? I’ll tell you, Russ (just in case you haven’t been able to guess by taking a quick look at our new decorating scheme around here). I like the first snowstorm of the year. Happy Hanukkah, my friend, and good luck finishing your phrenology paper. I look forward to oodles of bloggy X-mas cheer from you next week.