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I watched the Vice Presidential Debate last night and I have to say “Annie Get Your Gun” held her own. She was a bit too folksy and whimsical for me and really didn’t answer a lot of the questions but she didn’t fall on her face either. I think Biden was the clear winner but the debate probably didn’t turn the tide of the race either way really.
If you want to check out some of the “facts” the candidates tossed around, take a look at this site.
I watched John McSame’s acceptance speeches last night. No that wasn’t a typo. It did seem to be several different, fractured speeches sort of stitched together to make one very confusing, “what are you talking about” speech but, maybe that’s just me.
Anywho, I caught myself in this predicament…
What he said (and I will be paraphrasing since I can’t possibly recount it verbatim): I remember when I was five years old and a man pulled up in front of our house…
What I heard: I remember when I was five years old and a fella pulled up in front of our cabin…
What he said: …and rolled down the window of his automobile…
What I heard: …and threw up the flap on the stagecoach he was riding in…
What he said: …and told my Dad the Japanese had just bombed Pearl Harbor.
What I heard: …and told my Pa the Apaches had just attacked the Fort.
I know. I’m an evil little somebody but I just couldn’t help it. Something had to give! He seemed so lost at first. So out of sorts. So unsure. So up waaay past his bedtime. Then! Then! He finally does get some fire but it’s all directed at endorsing Annie Oakley. I was even more confused then. It was almost like he forgot he was the one running for president, not her. Or is she? Hmmm. Inquiring minds.
The only time he really had any honest to goodness passion was at the end with the whole POW part. I will give him his props there. I have tremendous respect for what he went through and the stamina and courage he put forth through it all. He deserves the undying gratitude of every single American on this planet for his sacrifice.
My gratitude he has. My vote? Not so much.
And now, I will weigh in…
Apparently in a rousing game of Pin the Tail on the Elephant, John McCain and his merry band of supporters decided to “pick a woman, any woman” in an ill-advised effort to placate the fairer sex and win their version of an historic election. Have you lost your mind?
Yes, that was a rhetorical question. You see Mr. McSame Ol’ Thing, us womenfolk care a little more about what’s going on in the world than to just be all giddy about finally having one of our very own in the White House. And seriously??? Annie Oakley??? What’s up with that? What an affront to every woman, everywhere.
Sarah honey, your family needs you a whole lot more than this country needs you right about now. Don’t be fooled by McSame Ol’Thing and Cindy McBarbie. They don’t care about you or your family. They just see you as a means to an end and you and yours are completely dispensable.
Just my thoughts…Agree or disagree…My blog…My right.
The stuff that dreams are made of…you know…stupid stuff…things that make no sense…but you go along for the ride because it’s just a dream. But then, right in the middle of all the nonsense, right in the middle of peanut butter and jelly carousels and the Skipper and Gilligan, you show up…and I have to look twice…because you do make sense in a nonsensical sort of way.
You are you. The real you…not the faux you that came back from the war missing parts of your soul…missing big parts of your soul. You’re you. The you I left standing on the pier that night just after 9-11, watching you get smaller and smaller in my rearview mirror as I drove away and the darkness got bigger and bigger all around you. An omen, to be sure. I didn’t know it then. Neither did you. How could we? How could anyone?
You got on that ship and it carried you across the ocean and seas and sucked the life right out of you and I was here. I was home…but I knew. I didn’t want to know but deep in a place I didn’t want to go I could feel it happening. You told me about it once. You told me about the unbearable moment when you couldn’t reconcile your faith with the job you had to do out there anymore and you let go. You let go…and you got lost…and now…after all this time…you keep showing up in my dreams.
The part that has me so upside down is that you aren’t lost anymore…in my dreams. You tell me you’ve found you’re way and you’re back and everything that was lost is restored and it…all…makes…sense…you even tell me I came to the crazy part of the dream for you…to find you…and it is true that after you appear all the craziness stops….but…???…
I can feel you and I can touch you and we fit and I don’t want to wake up…damn, I don’t want to wake up…but I do…and you’re not there…not really…but I still feel you. How can something that feels so real only be a dream?