September 12, 2008 archive

Ralph Nader and Ron Paul appear on CNN’s The Situation Room to discuss Rep. Paul’s push for the third party candidates.

West Pointers talk about Duty, Honor, Country.

John McCain's slogan is "Country First," whatever that means.

And Wisconsin Attorney General J.B. Van Hollen's motto is "Party, Party, Party."

As in political party, not wild in the streets.

Van Hollen, putting on his vigilant attorney general hat, filed a lawsuit against his own state's Government Accountability Board — the board created to take partisanship out of elections — in a move that could disenfranchise — or at least seriously hassle — one million Wisconsin voters.

Van Hollen acted after complaints from the state Republican Party that the accountability board wasn't making it hard enough for people to vote. More of the same attempts to frighten people by yelling "fraud" while perpetrating the fraud themselves by denying people what we call the RIGHT to vote. (When we say that, we don't mean right wing.)

The GOP wanted to require every person whose information on the voter rolls doesn't exactly match their driver's license to have to prove themselves at the polls.

The board wasn't impressed by the GOP arguments, perhaps because the six member board — all retired judges — found that four of its members had info that didn't match when voter files and motor vehicle records were compared.

But then it was JB to the rescue, wearing his AG hat.

Van Hollen, by the way, is the top Republican elected official in the state and the co-chair of John McCain's Wisconsin campaign. But he wasn't wearing his McCain hat, Van Hollen says. It was his good government hat. Honest.

Agree? Great. Wanna buy a bridge to nowhere?  

cross posted from The Dream Antilles

This morning in Columbia County, New York the sky was blue.  I took the faithful retriever dog for a walk in the fields.  The golden rod is in bloom, and there are wild asters.  American milkweed is in its cotton phase.  It was September 11.

When I walk I am aware of my breathing.  I am aware of my feelings.  I am aware of my thoughts.  Today I felt sad.  I didn’t know why.  I was aware of my breathing and my feelings and my thoughts.  I remembered where I was and what I did seven years ago.  It was September 11.

I remembered watching the film of the airplane crashing into the World Trade Center over and over and over and over again.  The people who escaped or survived the fire and the collapse of the building probably are still shocked.  And all of us who watched the airplane crashing into the World Trade Center over and over and over and over again.  We were shocked.  Maybe all of us who watched have post traumatic stress disorder.  Maybe we’re a nation of people suffering from post traumatic stress disorder or shock or whatever you call it when you’re filled with inescapable horror and can’t do anything about it.  After all, it was September 11.

I remembered sitting in the hot tub with all the lights off.  Abundant stars.  No airplanes.  Silence.  A tiny person on a tiny planet sitting in a hot tub listening to the crickets.  It was September 11.

I’m walking in high golden rod.  Thankfully, there are a few bees.  There are some monarch butterflies.  There are the usual birds who live in bushes.  But  as I walk I feel like one of the many children whose parents are getting divorced who assume that the reason the divorce happened has something to do with them, something, they don’t know what it is, but it had to have something to do with them, didn’t it?  But, I think, the attack did have something to do with me didn’t it?  Some people say it did.  Some people say it’s the chickens of the empire coming home to roost.  And I had something to do with the chickens, didn’t I?  We’re all interconnected, the poultry and me.  This connection is so remote, so far away, so ungraspable, so unfathomable.  I couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t make sense to me.  Sometimes things just don’t make sense. After all, it was September 11.

The dog decided to go for a swim.  I am aware of my breathing.  I am aware of my feelings.  I am aware of my thoughts. The dog and I decided to walk home.  I gave her a treat.  The sky was perfectly blue.  It was just like that day seven years ago. Except there were airplanes in the sky today.  But my country continues to suffer from its post traumatic stress disorder or shock or whatever you call it when you’re filled with inescapable horror and can’t do anything about it.