"In the world which is upside down, the true is a moment of the false."
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Saturday, June 21, 2003 kittyboo and myself make an endorsement of sorts.... these are the kind of days where being a public employee ain't quite so bad. what with having every other friday off and such. so, me an' ol' kittyboo spent the day sunning ourselves under a cloudless SoCal sky and doin' some ponderin' about the state of the republic. it was an absolutely flawless day on the back porch. we listened to one of the great lazy summer day records of all time, the masters of the hemisphere's protest a dark anniversary had plenty of cold beverages and meow mix with seafood middles in abundance and a long hard look at the current sad state of the nation that we both fiercely love. first, some background. despite my current SoCal digs, these are the words of a boy from the deep south. bay county, florida to be exact. the redneck riviera, as they call it. there, in younger years, through a rather complex series of events, one that involves the longest relationship in my life and one that is probably best left for a later date to explain, i came to know Sen. Bob Graham and his family. i have had the good fortune to spend some time on numerous occassions with Senator Bob. i have had dinner with the man many times, both in a family's dining room and at swanky restaurants. i once watched the deciding game of the nba finals with him in the aforementioned girl's family living room whilst sharing leftover (from a fundraiser function) budweisers. i like the guy. there has been some talk about Sen Bob being nuts for keeping very detailed diaries. is it kinda kooky? you bet. is it loony kooky? hardly. i once had dinner with Sen Bob and his wife, adele, at a swanky joint in my hometown (well, as swanky as they get in my hometown.) and witnessed the following exchange with my own eyes and ears: Teacher From Some Reform School-Like Place In, I Think, Blountstown: "senator, you probably don't remember me. my name is .." Senator Bob : "mrs. ___. it's wondeful to see you again. how are things at your school in (blountstown?)?" (a note: the meeting between these two had taken place something like 10-12 years earlier during one of Sen Bob's work days when he was governor of our fair state.) Teacher: (obviously floored that he knew her name and who she was) "um, well, things are ok. it's been a long time since you were .." Sen Bob: "i remember you were having trouble with your roof and with your air conditioning. did that ever get fixed?" Teacher: "um, yes, about a week later. i.. uhh.." Sen Bob: "what ever happened to kevin, the kid who you were.." Teacher: "oh, ken! the one we talked about?" Sen Bob: "yes, ken. the one who........" it was amazing. the woman was just absolutely flabbergasted that he remembered her, her school and the student they had discussed. he then took out one of his infamous little pads and wrote down her name and address and i'm sure that within a week she received a letter from his office recounting their latest encounter. (i myself received many of these even though i know the man. his system ain't perfect.) is he nuts? no. he's a dork. he's nerdy. i can relate. i haven't been fortunate enough to meet any of the other declared candidates for president. but, i have met Senator Bob. i know him and, perhaps most importantly, i trust him. and though this may seem to be hardly good reasons from a strictly policy oriented point of view, for kittyboo and myself to endorse the man, we are going to do so for the following reasons: as much as kittyboo and i would love to elect the progressive, populist candidate of our dreams, (Dean, Kucinich, et al) we are most concerned with defeating the lying, murderous bastard that currently occupies the office. we'd love to have someone who is going to is going to give us universal, single payer health care, who would roll back all of the PATRIOT act, who would nominate Noam Chomsky to the supreme court, who would halt the rape of our air, water and soil by raging greedheads, who wouldn't just flat out bullshit us (imagine that, folks.) and the rest of world daily so he can lavish riches upon the wealthy on the backs of the poor and middle classes. (and even those who aren't even born yet. there is a special place in hell for those that pretend to fight for the unborn while laying upon them mountains of debt so that rich folks can get richer today.) hell i would love to elect molly ivins or jim hightower president. i really would. but, here's my problem. there ain't a chance in hell that any of these folks can win. zero. nada. kittyboo and i have come to the conclusion that we really, honestly don't care who becomes the 44th president of these united states as long as the evil fucker known as the 43rd is defeated. we are of the opinion that the very future of this republic as we know it depends on kicking shrubya out on his ass. Sen. Bob can win this thing. he has executive experience as the governor of a major southern state, he has excellent foreign policy/national security credentials (in fact, i think that the fact that he has been on the senate intelligence committee for so long, helped prepare the still MIA report on 9/11 and, i think, has the goods on the bush administration's pretty obvious fuck ups regarding that event, is the reason that these stories about the diaries ("he might be crazy") are starting to surface. thanks, karl.) he can win. and though he isn't the candidate of our dreams, i and ms. kittyboo do hereby endorse Senator Bob Graham (D-FL) for President of The United States of America. posted by downtown | 1:45 AM |
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