It took a little while before I got stirred up about this, because it is usually one of those things that politicians wrangle about, and even folks like me on the bottom of the ladder don't really notice.
But weeks go by, and Congress has officially become full of those maniacs who talked to me on the bus in college, instead of like, whitehaired statesmen with accents...these people are insane. And political TV is loud, and kind of like sports, who's up, who's down and whose fans are buying tickets.
Where there's fear, there's fighting, and insomnia. So I had a pie fight. With myself.
I could have had one with my brother, and continued my Sisphean struggle to push him to the left a bit(The blue in Arizona's definitely navy.) but I got him to admit he liked Anthony Weiner and all of America learned what sexting was, so that is not as fun as it used to be. But I still think "Embrace it, brother," and giggle when I see John Boehner. Which I'm pretty sure the Speaker would hate. Which makes me think it more.
It was late at night and I was feeling vulnerable. "God," I said to myself, "I hope Obama knows what he is doing in the room with those guys."
"Know what he's doing?" Myself said, disgusted. "Like with putting all that abortion language in the health bill! They totally walk all over him."
"It seems like that, sometimes. But nobody would have voted for President Shaft."
We both think he would look cool in the jacket and there is a momentary accord.
"You signed that thing," Myself reminded me. "You said you wouldn't vote for him if he cut Social Security." Yes, the pledge. But I am not in office. Lawrence O'Donnell is not going to shake his detention-finger at me about it if I got worried one day and signed some shit online trying to get someone to listen to me. If that were true, Facebook would no longer exist.
"Yeah, I know," I told her. "But I am totally hoping I don't have to go against my most loyal instincts...they're good instincts."
"They liked John Edwards."
"They care about poverty. Plus, you know our guys often don't know where to draw the line on being...charitable."
"You just keep telling yourself that."
"You know I will. But really, it happens often enough that we ought to revise our expectations..."
"Dang, not that bull about monogamy! Apologist!"
"Wannabe professional leftist."
"You know I have bad knees so I can't go pro."
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.
"You're just gonna vote for him, aren't you?"
"Probably. I'm just not excited about being a liberal-crip cliche and writing in Kucinich."
"If you call him a hobbit I'm gonna get mad."