OK, with almost 3 million views it does not need a boost from me, but to anti-paraphrase Queen Victoria: Yes, we are amused.
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OK, with almost 3 million views it does not need a boost from me, but to anti-paraphrase Queen Victoria: Yes, we are amused.
Well, well, well, flyover America, the middle ground, the old industrial-agricultural heart of this country, is suddenly important again. At least for the next two weeks.
I won’t turn this into a rant about political ads. Yes, they can be tiresome. But I’m happy to be in a place where my vote matters and where the presidential candidates are continuing to court votes. It’s an odd feature of the American political system that only a few of us, a minority of Americans, are in that position.
Live in LA? Nobody is after your vote, because your state is blue, baby blue, as blue as it can be, your steady is already in the White House.
Live in Houston? Ditto, except, you weirdo commie, you’re blood red state is going for Mitt no matter what you do. (Why is Red both the color of Socialism and Republicans? Clearly, using the logic of Fox News, it must mean that Republicans are Socialists. So there.)
But, if like me, you live in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, you’re in a state that at best is slightly tinted blue—still in play, still part of that upper Midwest grey zone stretching from Iowa and Minnesota to Pennsylvania that will pick the winner in this year’s campaign.
Well, I plan to enjoy my day in the sun.
Yet, if I were king, and direct election were off the table, I would like some changes to how we pick presidents.
Here is Joe’s list for reforming presidential campaigns:
- Reverse Citizens United. Corporations are not “persons” in the sense that they have free speech rights like the rest of us. Find ways to enforce full disclosure, limit spending and tone down the outside groups that pollute our campaigns.
- Make it easy to both register and get on the ballot. No false barriers to suppress voting turnout or prevent choices. I don’t even care if we have voter IDs—but let’s make election day a Monday, a federal holiday, and also have universal easy absentee ballot rules for anybody whose away from home on Election Day (a federal holiday).
- Elect members of the Electoral College on a per-district basis. That would spread around the attention and campaign so that it’s not just the “o” states (Iowa and Ohio) that matter. It would not be the same as a national vote count, but at least it would spread the election around.
Anyway, it’s almost over. I hope, and think, Obama will still pull it out. Despite the Romney surge, the Electoral College math seems to favor the Democrats. And, whatever happens, I don’t want us to have a GOP President and a GOP Senate.
Still, come what may, life will go on. For now, I’m answering nightly phone calls from pollsters and political activists. And no, I’m not voting early.
Why cut the party short?
Nero fiddled while Rome burned.
Me, I watered grass.
I don’t have much clever or pithy to say on the “Innocence of Islam,” except to note that the Internet makes the spread of odd, jerky nonsense way too easy. And that violence against Americans is a sad knee-jerk reaction. Neither extreme in this dispute, as the world again seems a more violent and less tolerant place, seem to have much appeal to me.
And we’ll be inevitably thinking about what the First Amendment means, so I guess this creates a new case study to talk about in my media courses. Frankly, I’d be much happier with the old case studies.
The drought in Iowa is easing, just a bit. Rain is expected tomorrow. But with new grass sprouting, I can’t let the surface of some new grass areas of my lawn dry out. They say you should water every day when you have new grass, although I never have. But, it was Sunday when I watered last, and I meant to water Tuesday and ran out of time.
Every other day is what I aim for. Tuesday’s watering was Wednesday morning, and Mother Nature should take care of things until this weekend.
I was a bit distracted as I watered this morning. I usually enjoy being outside doing something that benefits growing things, but I had listened to NPR, and the day after the anniversary of 9/11, yet another tragedy had befallen my fellow Americans.
It leaves me a bit angry and scared. It leaves me upset with the jerks in California who made this loathsome, stupid film. It also left me queasy, thinking that some attack on the First Amendment freedom of expression may be looming out there.
And it left me a bit nervous about what comes next. How will we react? How will the rest of the world react? These are complex problems.
Remember when Hillary ran the “3 a.m.” ads in 2008—who do you want to answer the phone when there is a crisis at 3 a.m.? Barack or Mitt
Barack, hands down. As I water, one point in comfort that I have is that the person at the helm seems more experienced and steady than Hillary imagined four years ago (and yes, it helps that her fingers are in the mix, too). On foreign policy, Mitt doesn’t seem ready for prime time.
Or so it seems to me, for now. I’m glad these delicate and big decisions don’t depend on me at this moment. I hope, and pray, that cooler heads on all sides will prevail, but I’m afraid of what will happen between then and now.
In the meantime, I guess I will water. It seems all I can do at the moment.
I am a bit frustrated because I missed Obama speaking after the Supreme Court upheld his healthcare law, and doubly frustrated because I did catch Mitt.
Mitt says that to repeal Obamacare, you have to get rid of Obama. He is correct. And that’s yet another reason I’m voting for Obama.
The narrow Supreme Court decision could have easily gone the other way. If Mitt gets elected, especially if he has a Republican Congress, no doubt the healthcare law will be legislatively repealed. But, also no doubt, no healthcare reform will be possible for years after Mitt picks the next round of Supreme Court justices.
I am not a big fan of the healthcare law. Like so much in Washington, it is too long, too detailed, too prone to administrative nightmares. But, even so, it’s at least a tentative first step in recognizing that the health of the body politic is a responsibility of government—a fundamental point on which those for and against the law strongly disagree.
Anyway, politically I think, at least in the short run, this is a win for Mitt. If the law were struck down, you would not need to get rid of Obama to get rid of it. Now, Republicans have a rallying cry.
Yet, I don’t know how long there will be that much heat on this issue. And as the events of the day cools down, despite the unpopularity of the law, I’m not sure a huge majority of citizens will really want to go back to the way things were before its passage.
Anyway, there are two points that the GOP constantly hammers on that bug me because they are so wrong. There two false arguments are:
1) Americans have the best healthcare in the world. We don’t want to mess up our great system with a healthcare reform law. Ha. America has the most expensive healthcare in the world, but access to it is capricious, awkward, and controlled by health insurance companies and care providers who scheme and deal and make “Dallas” look clean. No, we don’t have the best healthcare in the world. Sadly, in a country as rich as ours, we can’t bring ourselves to make any collective decisions that might improve a badly broken, frustrating system.
2) The healthcare law stands between you and your doctor, which prevents free, individual choice. This is a harder knot to unravel. For one thing, I agree it’s usually best to let people choose in an open marketplace. But on the other, that choice works best when people are rational and have good data to base choices on. Americans are not rational about healthcare at all (otherwise, we would not lead the world in obesity). And, if you have to choose a provider, what is your basis of choice? Usually, it’s where your insurance steers you, or where friends and family suggest you go. But the suggestions of friends and family are based on their personal experiences, and these are often misleading. A mom may steer you to the friendly doctor who prescribes antibiotics whenever little Timmy gets a cold, but Timmy’s colds are viral and his extra germ-killing pills are hurting him and helping to create super germs that are immune to anti-biotics. She would hate if a big government bureaucracy refused to give her amoxycilin for Timmy’s sniffles, but from a health point of view, both she and Timmy would be better off. We rate our health professionals on how they make us feel, which has most to do with bedside manner, and little to do with any rational measure of care. I don’t think the free market works in healthcare, as a result. In fact, it’s the free market that has created the hugely inefficient and costly American system. So, OK, yes, I want a bureaucrat to decide what kinds of pills my grandma gets. Cause what basis do I have for deciding?
Anyway, I am happy, to some extent, with the SCOTUS. It makes this a more dangerous political year, but on the other hand, the longer we have healthcare reform, the harder it will be to go back. I would have much preferred, and still prefer, a British-style or Canadian single provider system. Maybe with a parallel free-market system for those who can afford and want an alternative. But anyway, at least the Supremes are saying that Congress can reform healthcare.
And to a Democrat, they’re also saying, if you want to keep it, keep President Obama in office.
The political news today for some reason reminds me of this scene from Casablanca. The conservatives don’t want this outcome, they have their letters of transit, but in the the end are left shouting for help from Rick that never comes.
The snarky German officer must be the GOP establishment. The guy at the end, “I hope you’ll be more helpful,” is the Tea Party.
But for Rick, it’s all over. He won’t be leaving Casablanca. Mitt Romney gets the GOP Party (the beautiful girl who had an affair with Rick) and leaves on the plane for Portugal. Rick stays behind with Capt. Renault, who must be, I suppose, Tim Pawlenty.
Romney flies off with Ilsa to to Lisbon, where, no doubt, he’ll be slaughtered by Socialists. Obama, you know.
Anyway, it’s a sad day in American politics. The strangest GOP campaign since Sarah Palin tried to pretend she could be Vice President has come to a screeching halt.
I hope that the illness of his young child wasn’t too much of a factor for the former Senator. That, to me, is a poignant note in the whole story, and I hope, along with much of the nation, that little Bella gets healthy.
However, I note that Rick Santorum exited the race at Gettysburg. His rebel Army was up against Romney’s Yankee Hordes, and it looked like the battle was going to get bloody and ugly and Rick’s presidential dreams would expire on the battlefield of Pennsylvania, the same state that pushed him out of the Senate.
Well, to me, Rick Santorum was always a bit of an odd choice. He was an unelectable nominee. He liked to compare himself with Reagan, but Reagan was a warm personality, a cheerleader, a man even his opponents could listen to. He sounded like warm honey or your favorite uncle.
Rick Santorum was Darth Vader or your least favorite high school gym teacher—nasal, tough, manly, a true jerk. Now he’s gone. In a way, I’ll miss him. The Mitt Machine, despite the presences of two non-candidates still in the race, can now focus on Obama.
And Obama can focus on Romney.
In the end, it’s the economy. If it stumbles, Mitt’s got a chance. But last fall, I stated my belief, and events this season so far have not shaken my mind.
Obama will be a two-term president.
And the political circus is going to be less entertaining as the clowns exit the ring.
And of course, a final Rick tribute:
I shot these images Tuesday, I think, and they seem pathetically out of date. Daffodils are not just budding anymore, but many clusters are adding splashes of yellow to gardens in Cedar Rapids.
Crocuses are in full bloom. Project beautify the yard was, I think, a smashing success. I worried a bit because when I first stated planting crocus bulbs last fall, I did it one at a time, but quickly grew tired and bored and started planting them in groups. Then I worried that come spring, the odd scattered patches of color would make the yard look like it had some weird sort of crocus mange.
Although I also hoped it would look cool. It’s dangerous for me to pass these judgments, particularly on my own plantings, but I’m gonna come down on the cool side. The flowers look nice.
Anyway, I shot the flowers Tuesday thinking that I would comment on the southern primaries. So far the mid nation, from Iowa down through Mississippi, is looking like a solid slab of Santorum purple. Yippee. Apparently Midwestern Republicans are way more interested in ideological purity than electoral success, and Mitt’s inevitable ascendance to the GOP crown has been put off a bit.
At least Newt didn’t roar back.
Anyway, Santorum is a bit like the Sarah Palin of 2012, to me. He’s passionately supported by people who seem more than a bit on the fringe. And I find myself barely able to listen. With Sarah, it was her gosh-darn, heard at Wal-Mart folksy Midwestern/Alaska voice forming those rolled weird syllables that never seemed to string together in complete thoughts. With Santorum, it’s his whiny sounding, peevish bluster that seems a bit like a rather nasty gym teacher or unpopular football coach.
Not, I concede, that the sound of politicians voices are fair or important ways to judge the content of what they say. By all accounts I’ve read, Lincoln’s voice was high and rather unpleasant. So it’s not of any great consequence that I always think Rick Santorum is disappointed in my blocking.
So, here are some flowers. Out of date, as any analysis I might offer of the Republican race is. I give up. I don’t know why Newt is still running. I don’t know why anybody would consider voting for Mr. Sweater Vest Crazy Guy. I don’t know why the Romney Robot is both the only likely nominee, but also the man Republicans just can’t bring themselves to embrace. I don’t know why some seemingly bright young people embrace the 18th century ravings of Ron Paul. Dudes, this is the Republican field?
I need to tune out. I think I’ll just go smell some flowers.