January 19, 2008 archive

Funkalicious (?) Friday

Veterans Need To Visit O’Reilly and FOX New York Studio’s

I just sent out a Heads Up to Vet Pax, which is the coalition of Veterans For Peace and Vietnam Veterans Against The War Chapters in and around New York City.

I had been thinking about what could be done on this issue of o’really and his total lack of not only knowledge, about the Plight Of Veterans Who Are Homeless, but his total lack of Compassion, wasn’t that what his hero ran on, and Support towards Veterans in General.

lbear sent me an E which cleared the thought process.

Generations

I have a bit of a fever (getting over the flu), so pardon me in advance if this essay becomes rambling and strange.

I rarely read about the candidates for President, whether it be on the blogs or in the traditional media.

I stated elsewhere, in some essay or comment, that if I had my way these elections would be unlike any we’ve ever had.  They would be somber and there would be no cheering and funny hats and souvenirs.  They would be sober and sad, because we are going through terrible times.  There would be a gravity to the national discourse that wouldn’t allow any kind of show-biz breathlessness we’ve all seen too much of, nor the kind of cheerleader as supporter that has made many of us turn away from the dreaded “candidate diaries” at several progressive blogs.

I find it surreal that is not the case, even as I’m aware my view is only mine and there’s reasons why others wouldn’t feel that way.

Friday Philosophy: Hopes and Expectations

Lately there have been a lot of people pissed of at Bill Clinton for one reason or another.  Some think they have good reason.  Some think attacking Bill Clinton is good politics.  I have a hard time believing that most people really believe what they are saying.  Not deep down.  At least I hope not.

But people have different experiences than I have had…and many are much younger than me…and hardly anyone else here lived in Arkansas when I did…and most of those probably didn’t meet Bill and/or Hillary as many times as I did…and I’m completely certain that none of the people who did those other things began gender reassignment during the Clinton campaign in 1992.

My vision of the era is tinted by the fact that I came out to the world, beginning my transition in September of 1992, precisely because I persuaded myself that Bill Clinton was going to win the election, that Bill and Hillary were going to be in the White House and I could do so with a lessened fear of being fired from my job, thrown out of my house and/or murdered.  

Of course, I lived in Arkansas so I had a different viewpoint than a lot of folks…people who were not standing in the freezing rain at the Capitol Building in Little Rock singing along to “Yesterday’s Gone” and crying in joy about newfound freedom to be oneself.  I made one of my first public appearances as the new me as one of the crowd on election night.

Bill Clinton was the Barack Obama/John Edwards of that instant in time.  He was hope for a better future.  He was…and is…a hero to many people.

Pony Party… It’s an Open Thread

I’ve been away from the computer for a few days. House sitting for my aunt. I’m writing this on Thursday and will auto post for Friday. I’m going into NYC to meet ej… he’s there on business and i’ll be having dinner with him and his boss. should be interesting. Then we’ll head back to my aunt’s house for a few days.

Thanks to everybody for their kindness and caring yesterday. I’m glad you guys are here.

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