previously published by me elsewhere:
The united gorge fest commenced yesterday. Therefore, as a vow of our continued commitment to patriotic duty, perhaps out of fear of reproach and ostracism, many of us didn't allow our recognition of America's obesity epidemic to deter us from supporting National Glutton Day one more time.
This truly American holiday has become one of the last remaining vestiges from the Norman Rockwell image of the American family. However, we may have just had our least traditional Turkey (or Tofurkey, depending on your persuasion) Day yet.
Well, I guess the year we gathered on the following Saturday due to last minute sickness permeating my sister's house may have been the strangest one. I remember strolling through our local twenty-four hour grocery store looking for something interesting to eat that night, since we were expecting to eat elsewhere. I guess we're not really programmed to have a back-up plan if T-Day is cancelled.
This year we shared our big meal with our close friends' family. It was a nice position to be in, almost seeing the holiday from the outside for the first time. There's something about dealing with one's own immediate family during such high-stress occasions that I find reminds you why there's only one of these days a year.
24 November 2006
06 November 2006
civil warned
previously published by me elsewhere:
With all of this focus being put on key battleground states, and all of the concerns about malfunctioning voting machines, and all of the clearly visible corruption, and the downright nastiness that has been sold to us as everyday campaigning, whatever would turn someone apathetic or cynical enough to steer clear of voting did not work on me today.
So, like a remnant from another time, earlier today I trekked out to my polling place in the pouring rain to play the lottery that we call the midterm election. As I walked those seven or eight measly blocks, I got to thinking about the crumbling system of government we have in this country that has left us with the choice between socialism, fascism, and shutting the fuck up.
Election results are being tallied left and right, and I've taken a gander at several of them, but nothing is going to change really. There's no Lincoln or Roosevelt out there to bridge the divide between people, or solve any of our major problems or at the very least save us from ourselves. Cleaning up after the annihilation should be the mission at hand.
Sometimes it seems like we should have little kids running the show. Adult politicians typically break all of the golden rules normally demanded by parents of those lesser citizens known as children. Play nice. Play fair. Get off your brother. Don't tell a lie. Don't forget to wash your hands. On balance I believe kids would try much harder to be honest than their adult counterparts. If you tell them they will get stickers when they're done, maybe they'd be more inclined to vote too. Perhaps adults just need to be enticed by "I Voted" cocktails. I say bribe 'em with inebriation!
Maybe the point is kids still care about the little things.
With all of this focus being put on key battleground states, and all of the concerns about malfunctioning voting machines, and all of the clearly visible corruption, and the downright nastiness that has been sold to us as everyday campaigning, whatever would turn someone apathetic or cynical enough to steer clear of voting did not work on me today.
So, like a remnant from another time, earlier today I trekked out to my polling place in the pouring rain to play the lottery that we call the midterm election. As I walked those seven or eight measly blocks, I got to thinking about the crumbling system of government we have in this country that has left us with the choice between socialism, fascism, and shutting the fuck up.
Election results are being tallied left and right, and I've taken a gander at several of them, but nothing is going to change really. There's no Lincoln or Roosevelt out there to bridge the divide between people, or solve any of our major problems or at the very least save us from ourselves. Cleaning up after the annihilation should be the mission at hand.
Sometimes it seems like we should have little kids running the show. Adult politicians typically break all of the golden rules normally demanded by parents of those lesser citizens known as children. Play nice. Play fair. Get off your brother. Don't tell a lie. Don't forget to wash your hands. On balance I believe kids would try much harder to be honest than their adult counterparts. If you tell them they will get stickers when they're done, maybe they'd be more inclined to vote too. Perhaps adults just need to be enticed by "I Voted" cocktails. I say bribe 'em with inebriation!
Maybe the point is kids still care about the little things.
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