Check out my other blog, recently created and with the shortest of lifespans, that celebrates all the beautiful shots of people reacting to Obama winning last week. It’s got a bit of a sexy title, Black People Crying, but it’s actually people of all ethnicities with happy, overwhelmed tears streaming down their faces. Because it was an emotional win for all of us.
Voter fraud is a pretty serious thing. I’ve learned a thing or two about it today, and I wanted to pass it on to you. After reading this post, go over to BradBlog and Velvet Revolution to learn more about this historic case. Also, read the transcript of the interview I heard today on NPR, which has the most complete story of this whole mess.
Let me introduce you to a guy named Mike Connell.
Second, an essay in the New Yorker by David Sedaris, a man I refer to as my “soul brother”, called Undecided. Here’s a smidgen:
I didn’t vote again until 1976, when I was nineteen and legally registered. Because I was at college out of state, I sent my ballot through the mail. The choice that year was between Jimmy Carter and Gerald Ford. Most of my friends were going for Carter, but, as an art major, I identified myself as a maverick. “That means an original,” I told my roommate. “Someone who lets the chips fall where they may.” Because I made my own rules and didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought of them, I decided to write in the name of Jerry Brown, who, it was rumored, liked to smoke pot. This was an issue very close to my heart—too close, obviously, as it amounted to a complete waste. Still, though, it taught me a valuable lesson: calling yourself a maverick is a sure sign that you’re not one.
The essay is great, but honestly not up to Sedaris’ usual standards. Still read it, because a subpar Sedaris essay is still better than most others.
A video was splashed all over the place over the weekend of a crazy-haired woman at a McCain rally saying that she doesn’t trust Barack Obama because he’s an “Arab”.
Here’s what Roger Ebert had to say about the presidential debate:
I do not like you, John McCain. My feeling has nothing to do with issues. It has to do with common courtesy. During the debate, you refused to look Barack Obama in the eye. Indeed, you refused to look at him at all. Even when the two of you shook hands at the start, you used your eyes only to locate his hand, and then gazed past him as you shook it.
Obama is my guy. If you are rude to him, you are rude to me. If you came to dinner at my house and refused to look at or speak with one of my guests, that would be bad manners and I would be offended. Same thing if I went to your house. During the debate, you were America’s guest.
Always bet on Ebert. Always.
I’m not the most political girl on earth. I got burned by both Howard Dean, who I loved, and John Kerry, who I was just going through the motions for, like one of those guys you date because he looks good on paper but you know in your heart he’s not the right one for you. So now I am a little gunshy, but to keep myself informed, I have several outlets.
I saw this at Neatorama, (one of the best blogs I’ve ever seen), who found it in the Boston Globe. This is the first election that I’ve been both very excited about and yet not very involved in, which I have no intellectual or emotional excuse for, other than the fact that all of the endless speculation tires me out. I’m just ready to get to votin’ already. However, I like simple, objective political nuggets of info, so I love this. John Schwenkler decided to go through Obama’s and McCain’s campaign sites and just count the number of times words were used, and in fun blog style, represented his research in a fun tag cloud of sorts. Priorities and tones of their campaigns look much clearer to me, and I guess that swayed me finally to Obama! (Kidding kidding, good lord, I love Obama!)
I got this heads-up from my girl Caroline and had to repost. John McCain cancelled a fundraising event with failed politician Clayton Williams this week after it was revealed that Clayton, while he was running for governor of Texas, gave this sage piece of advice to rape victims: “As long as it’s inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
Hey thanks Clayton! And thank you, McCain, for canceling the event but not giving back the $300K you already got from Clayton Williams. That’s pretty cool. I mean, if we’re getting election-raped, and it’s inevitable, we might as well lie back and enjoy it, right? Who wants a mojito?