In no particular order of importance:
…I think there’s a reason that Bernie Sanders is having trouble with protesters at his speeches lately. It’s the same reason the Westboro Baptist Church attracts attention: People who desperately want attention go where the eyeballs are. Not that I’m trying to lump in the Black Lives Matter people in with the sad sacks of excrement that are the WBC, but the principle is the same. It’s unfortunate, because Bernie is a guy you want on your side.
As far as the Presidential Election is concerned, my heart belongs to Bernie. I honestly don’t know how realistic that is, but it’s no more fantastical than the clown car I see debating on the Republican side right now.
I have given some thought to the Democratic side this year, and I really see Bernie as a kind of Eugene McCarthy candidate, an anti establishment candidate, running up against the buzzsaw that is the Clintons. In 2008, It was Hillary’s race to lose, and in the end she did. I don’t really think she will lose this time, I think she will end up being the President barring any chicanery from the other side. Or, barring an incident like 1968 that divides us so much that the country has an election that makes 2000 look like a pizza party.
I see Bernie Sanders as the candidate that will have all the so called ‘fringe’ voices behind him. Anonymous, Occupy, Black Lives Matter, and the like. I see the media focusing attention on this fact as the campaign plays out, because I believe the media will be firmly in the pocket of the Clinton’s and the Bush’s. That’s the race they want to see, make no mistake about that.
I certainly hope that the rest of the players on the field—whether I agree with them or not—do their best to make it very hard for those two political Empires to regain the White House. Make them fight for it.
You and I have a dog in this fight, and we should also make it difficult. I’ll hold my nose and vote for Hillary if I have to, but Bernie is who I’m voting for in the primaries. He—and not the political dynasties of our age—speaks with the American voice now.
If you haven’t caught the last Daily Show with Jon Stewart, may I highly recommend that you see it? Jon has a monologue about halfway through about Bullshit. It is a must see, and if the universe is just, it should serve as a lasting legacy. That monologue should be up there with Steve Jobs’ Stanford Address, FDR’s address to Congress after the Pearl Harbor attacks, Martin Luther King’s speech and JFK’s inaugural speech as one of the most quoted and remembered lines in modern times.
I bought most of the appliances in my house on the same day. The washer went first, over the summer of last year. As it turned out, my parents had a washer and dryer they weren’t going to be using anymore, so I replaced my set with theirs. This summer has been a festival of suck when it comes to my 10 year old fridge (the compressor blew) and my oven, which flamed out in a spectacular fashion on Saturday. When I say ‘flamed out’, I mean this quite literally. two very loud buzzes, black smoke emanating from behind the oven, and a loud pop and flash. Now the digital readout on my oven acts like my parents’ VCR. It flashes the time like it wants to be set, but I can’t set it. The surface burners work, but the oven does not. So, it looks like it might be time to replace the oven. Had I not just replaced the fridge, this would be a bit easier. So, I may be finding alternate methods of cooking things for a little while. Thankfully, I have a grill I can use in the meantime.
I signed up to run one of these obstacle races on Aug. 29th. It’s called the Insane Inflatable 5k. It’s down at the Sportsplex, and seeing as this is my first one, I had to know whether or not I could actually do 5k. So I waked 3 miles yesterday in about an hour. I know you’re supposed to run, or jog, and I think I’ll be able to do a little of that, but here’s the thing: I’m 45, and I haven’t been as kind to my body over those years as some (read: most) of the human race. Just finishing this race is going to be an accomplishment for me. I’m not going to skip any obstacles, I’m going to do the whole thing. I consider this the next step in my personal journey of doing things outside my comfort zone. I haven’t been physically active like this since my late teens. I need to know if I still have it in me somewhere. I suspect that I do, despite my punishing myself with a bunch of crap eating and crap habits over the years. To be clear, I don’t think there are any Tough Spartan Mudder Races of Death ™ in my future, but this one sounds like fun.
I had a goal of wanting to drink a beer at Sloppy Joes on Duval Street for my 40th Birthday. I think I might have been too soon on that one. It’s still there in the back of my mind. Key West is a bucket list place for me. I’ll get there one of these days. Maybe for my 50th, which is the next time I think it’s appropriate to throw any kind of a party for my weary ass.
I say weary, but the truth is, I haven’t felt this enthusiastic about life since I was in my 20s. I can’t explain it fully,but seeing as I spent that last year and a half of my life immersed in death, I realize how young I actually am? To borrow a phrase, “I ain’t going out like that” comes to mind.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light...
Show of hands: How many of you think that a closed door means something along the lines of “Don’t fucking come in here without knocking?”
I honestly don’t know what it is that I give off that people think they can just waltz in my office or my bedroom and start talking like it’s a thing, but I really need to bring out the banhammer on this. It’s really bugging me. I’m a person who values his time to work or spend some quality time by myself so that my mind doesn’t go a bajillion miles an hour. It’s nothing more than focus or decompression, and I find that this time gets constantly interrupted lately.
That’s got to stop, pronto.
That’s it for this week from Providence Cove.