(Update: Success on both fronts: the AZ Dems committed to sending out an email blast about the need to validate provisional ballots and Carmona sent his own blast reminding everyone that 1/3 of the vote is uncounted. Time to run up the Mission Accomplished Banner on this diary. WOOT! Thanks to everyone who did anything.)
I feel that attention should be drawn to the fact that fully 1/3 of Arizona's total votes, about 632,000, are uncounted. 172,000 of these are provisional ballots.
Richard Carmona is down by only 78,700 votes as of this morning.
Each one of those 632,000 votes could have a Senate vote on it.
"Being poor is stealing meat from the store, frying it up before your mom gets home and then telling her she doesn’t have make dinner tonight because you’re not hungry anyway."
There is a group of people vying for power right now that doesn't have the slightest idea what it feels like to be hungry, or to be frightened that you aren't going to find five dollars to feed your kids.
I didn't grow up hungry, but I've sure as hell been poor. And every one of these lines rings true. Excerpts below.
When Meteor Blades asked me to write one of the "Why Subscribe to Daily Kos" diaries, I said yes. Hell, If MB asked me to eat liver, or vacation in Florida, I'd say yes. (As you can see, I've gone all in on my title- even including a poll for extra clicks. Don't worry, I'm getting to the $100 and the naked part.)
MB is one of my heroes, one of my role models. And he's only one of the amazing people I've met here. If you're fresh and new to DK, you might not recognize my name- I haven't posted much in the past three years. I tend to rise up during elections, or baseball playoffs, when I feel that I'm most needed. But I've been here since the beginning. Hell, I'd have UserID # 7 if I hadn't waited a week to sign up for a username when we switched formats in what, 2002? 2003? I just didn't take it seriously, and I DILLY DALLIED, and now I've got the considerably less impressive #4520. We probably had 4521 people here at the time, that's how seriously I took the idea of grabbing that new UID. It's one of my Regrets, actually, and I've noted it for my memoirs.
They sum up the past near-eight years beautifully, if that word can be applied to such a tumultuous time. They dissect the economy, the war, the Supreme Court, global warming, and character.
And they point out that our choice affects not only America, but the world.
The next President must also restore American moral credibility. Closing Guantánamo, banning all torture, and ending the Iraq war as responsibly as possible will provide a start, but only that. The modern Presidency is as much a vehicle for communication as for decision-making, and the relevant audiences are global. Obama has inspired many Americans in part because he holds up a mirror to their own idealism. His election would do no less—and likely more—overseas.
Eve Ensler has written a brilliant blog post over at HuffPo entitled "Drill, Drill, Drill" about Sarah Palin. Did you read it?
It's hard for women who have spent their lives fighting for women to deliberately oppose a woman with a chance of shattering one of the last major barriers in our country, but this woman? She's our worst nightmare.
Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves. She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God's plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin's view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, "It was a task from God."
By request (in today's EdScan diary) I made a Grok The "EdKu" design for CafePress, and put it on TShirts, tote bags, buttons and stickers for all of us EdScan fans. I used a Star Trekky Heinleiny kind of font. Show your EdKuliciousness in time for Austin.
Heck, maybe a hundred. We weren't exactly an overflow crowd, but yes, that's right, Barack Obama has won the coveted endorsement of the great Stan Ridgway. Stan was the lead singer with the band Wall Of Voodoo, who did Mexican Radio, and a killer cover of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire.
Tonight was his birthday, and he celebrated by playing a gig at the Hotel Congress here in Tucson, where he wowed the crowd not only with his wit, charm, and excellent music, but his sound political judgment, as he exhorted the crowd to embrace the change that was sweeping our country and get out there and vote for someone "sensible" for a change.
After the show I asked him if that was his long-awaited, coveted endorsement for Obama, and he said well, he guessed it was. Congratulations, Barack, another great American on your team.
I am pleased to report that George Bush received a hearty number of "boos" just now as he tossed out the first pitch at Nationals stadium. There were enough boos to hear over the ass-kissing of the announcers, who said, "well, many Presidents have done it, but none so well as this one!"
Thanks Al Rodgers for the vid-
Update: 9:04 ET: I am watching Bush in the booth right now, talking with the announcers, and he seems drugged, or something. He is very slow to speak and kind of staring out of the booth. Whassup with that?
Update #2: Congrats to the Nationals, at the end of the game, after a walkoff homer by Ryan Zimmerman, you can hear what a stadium full of cheering sounds like.
For three beautiful hours today, I didn't think about the primaries, the judiciary, John McCain, my deadlines, my taxes, or Ralph Nader. I felt like a kid, fresh as a daisy and warm as toast in the 81 degree weather at the ballpark.
I'm lucky enough to live in Tucson, Arizona, and we have three teams that Spring Train here- the Diamondbacks, the Rockies, and the White Sox. And all of the other teams in the Cactus League show up here off and on throughout the month of March. You can see a game every day here, for 32 days. Today, at 1:00 in the afternoon, the offseason ended for me when our mayor stepped up to home plate, read a Proclamation that basically said "Whereas, Baseball Kicks Ass and Tucson loves it and here we go!"
And he stepped up on the mound, threw a lame-ass pitch that didn't make it to home plate, we all cheered like fools because we love him, and bang! Winter's over! Baseball's begun!
I almost never write diaries on DKos. I read, and comment, but rarely feel the need to pile into the crashing sea of words with essays of my own. I write this one for myself, really, because I am weary of seeing my own previous diary criticizing Barack Obama's candidacy at the head of my page. I want to see a new block of words there, and one that reflects the hope and strength of commitment rising in my soul. I want to see words that embrace hope, rather than question it skeptically.
I lost my mother, four years ago, to a system that was built to throw her away. In her mid-60's, she became ill, she became clinically depressed as a result of her illness (which was not properly diagnosed by her inadequate access to professional care under her insufficient medical coverage) and she was prescribed anti-depressants. The anti-depressants didn't suit her system. She was miserable. She became suicidal, and ended up taking her life in a remote, beautiful area in the Catalina mountains in Tucson. So remote, in fact, that her body was not found until this week, after four long years. The fresh nature of my grief over her death, and part of the reason my mother gave up prompt me to speak up about the very nature of what she lost- hope.
I know people object to the loose using of words like "mentally ill," but I don't know how else to describe it. This was not "wow, I disagree with their positions," this was absolute, off-the-wall, ...
A half an hour every morning.
Tommy Kleyn is an artist from Rotterdam, Netherlands. Every morning on his bike to work, he would pass a section of the Rotterdam riverway where trash had collected at ...