• Confessions of a hopeless partisan

    Friends, I come before you (figuratively speaking) to share my fears.

    I’m afraid 2004 will repeat itself.

    Before I get to the specific fear, let me lay out a little history for you. The first presidential election I was eligible to participate in was the 1992 election. What a time to be a registered Democrat, eh? Although the Democratic hegemony in the Florida Legislature was coming to a court ordered end, we were about to break in a Democrat in the big house for the first time in 12 years. Clinton spoke a good game, and as a junior at UF (the hotbed of Florida liberalism north of Lake Okeechobee), I got to see him do his spiel on the Reitz Union lawn with a few thousand of my fellow class ditchers. Those were heady times, but they didn’t last. Two years later I remember the commute to my first full time job after graduation (which I hated), listening to the reports on NPR about the death of universal health care legislation, followed a few months later by the dread, “Contract with America.”

    I was a Gore guy in my college days, but I was hoping for Bradley in 2000. You know how that turned out.

    I was an Edwards guy in 2004, and I was pulling for him again in ’08. You know how both of those turned out.

    My second choice is Obama, but you’re smart enough to see my patern. I’m afraid my touch is only midas in Bizzaro World.

    Now let’s move on to why I’m really afraid. It seems there’s a good chance the election will be McCain v Clinton. Obama still has a chance… a really good one, but the concept of superdelegates makes me very nervous (not to mention extremely cynical about the status of democracy in America – though I suppose it’s no worse than the status of democracy in America at any other time in our history – and I’m talking to you, smoke filled room!). I’m doing a lot of hemming and hawing here, and I suppose your probably ready for me to spell it out (if your still reading, that is). My fear is that McCain is the smart choice for the GOP, and Clinton is the worst. My fear is that McCain’s strength – based on his performances in primaries where independents can vote – is independent voters. The partisan GOP faithful are a lock for McCain, especially if Clinton is running – no matter what the big fat idiot says. If McCain’s inexplicable allure with independents can hold (despite his enthusiasm for a hundred years war in the middle east), he’s got as good a chance as any Republican to win the general.

    So now the question is, who’s going to excite the base? Who’s going to get their party faithful out in numbers? Clinton’s got that history thing on her side which is good for more than a few votes, but there are a lot of folks that don’t see Clinton as a whole lot better than McCain on foreign policy issues, which hurts a bit. I figure those are a wash. And McCain? It’s well documented that the religious right HATE him, and this might be one of those times when hate REALLY isn’t too strong a word. On the other hand, I’m not sure those same folks would vote for Clinton if Jesus was her VP.

    So the trick is, how does McCain get conservative voters to the polls… to pick him as the “lesser of the damned?”

    I give you the defense of marriage amendment in Florida.

    Hell, if it worked in ’04, why can’t it work again?

    I don’t know what kind of shenanigans the GOP are up to in other states, but if this election goes like the last few, you just know Florida is going to be important.

    So maybe McCain wouldn’t be so bad, right? He’s been referred to as the greenest GOP candidate, and he’s got a reputation as a GOP maverick for good reason. Still, calling him the greenest Republican seems a bit like calling me the smartest fuck-up in the room. There was a good piece on McCain on Salon this week, which seems to make a few pretty good points on why his Presidency would be a darker pigment on the color wheel.

    Ah well. The nice thing about being wrong about politics is that I could be wrong about this too.


  • With appologies to my cold weather friends*

    It’s too friggin hot! For crying out loud, it’s February. We should have had at least one good freeze, even on the coast. I think we had one night where they were worried they might have to ice down the strawberries in Plant City, but I don’t think it happened.

    Why am I griping now? I just looked up the weather for the week, and discovered that tonight is supposed to be our coldest this week… a bone chilling 55F. Even in Florida it’s supposed to cool off a little more than this (mid to high 70’s during the day). If it’s this warm in February, what is it going to be like this summer?

    I know that just because it seems a little warmer this winter, it’s not necessarily a sign of global warming (just like if we have a cold March, it’s not a sign that we’re off the hook). However, Cheryl and I were talking about the city pool and how they don’t put up the bubble anymore. When we were kids, they used to have a big inflatable dome they’d blow up over the pool to keep things warmer. As we got older they put it up less and less, and now that we think about it… I’m not sure it’s been up in ten years (not that I’ve seen anyway).

    There could be a good reason for it that has nothing to do with warmer temperatures (like money for one). But after a sweaty, February afternoon on the water, it makes me wonder a little.

    *My cousin’s just getting back to Wisconsin after a trip to the Caribbean, so I’d imagine he’d have no problem exporting a little cold… if he could.


  • Nothing interesting to see here

    I know I’ve said this before, but I’m going to say it again anyway. I love to see my kids playing together. One of our big worries when Adam was born (besides how we were going to pay the bills), was that seven years would prove to be too big a difference for Beth and Adam to be really close.

    Thus far, it seems those worries were unfounded.

    Brother idolizes sister


    These last couple weeks have been really hard on Adam. You see, he hates the word homework. Some of you might feel a compulsion to point out that lots of kids hate that word. I’d agree; however, I’d just like to point out that in my experience, I didn’t learn to hate the word until I actually had some. Adam’s dislike comes from homework’s byproduct: a beloved playmate that can’t come out and play. His worst tantrum this week came at the foot of Beth’s closed door, as she tried to finish off a math worksheet.

    This is where my weak spot as a parent is exposed. On the days when I’m picking up both the kids (Beth from Tae Kwon Do and Adam from pre-k), I can’t help but give them a quick break to play together out back… even when I know Adam won’t be satisfied with twenty minutes. In his case, it’s definitely worse to have played and lost, than to never have played at all.

    Ah, but to see them together… it makes me wonder if I’ve done something right after all.

    (By the way Beth, if you’re reading this… I didn’t really hate homework. Before your mother came into my life, homework was the love of my life. You buy that, right?)