This slightly Cirque de Soleilish Hy-Art (Raphael and Velasquez) serves as on opener to mention that I am spending the weekend in Las Vegas. David has to go to a wedding, and he wants companionship. The car rental and hotel is costing him the same, all I will cost him extra is a few meals and a few thousand in gambling money. KIDDING. I am limiting myself to $50--what I would spend here for a weekend on just living.
While I'm gone, my dogsitter is going to install the deluxe version of Adobe Photoshop. And today I have my intake interview with the Department of Rehabilitation. The sense of impending change is upon me.
The latest flap over Obama and the "bitter" remarks is infuriating. He spoke the truth. This romanticization of small-town Americana needs to stop. Small-towns, in general, yield small-minds. Why do you think gays move away from them as soon as they can? Who do you think kept voting for the present nightmare regime for two elections, the one with the policies that keep sending their "patriotic" sons and daughters to die? (The one's who signed up to "kick ass" after 9/11, brainwashed that Osama and Saddam were best friends.)
Hillary is trying so hard to grab at anything to win that she's embarassing herself. For someone who went to Wellesley, and has made $109 million dollars since two terms as First Lady, for HER to call Obama "elitist" -- shame on you, Annie Oakley. (Like she'd be romancing gun ownership if she was trying to win the Connecticut primary.)
I don't fault ambition--you need it to run for President. But this sense of entitlement! What could be more "elitist?"
And when did "elite" become such a bad word? Isn't every other parent--small-towns included--hoping their kid does well enough to post a "My Kid's On the Honor Roll at Cannon Fodder Elementary" bumpersticker? Isn't going to college and maybe graduate school the hope every parent has for their kids?
Yeah, if I was drinking, it'd be Chardonnay. I think Volvo's a great car. I wear sandals. I love San Francisco. I wanna marry a man. I think guns are awful. I'm against factory farming and animal testing and I watch PBS and listen to NPR. I think violence on TV is far worse than sex on it, and you should read to your kids. I speak French and I can find any country you want on a map--and I actually think that's a really good quality in a President. Do I think I'm better than you, Western Pennsylvanian NRA-member bowling Reagan Democrat? We're all equal in the eyes of God. Do I think I'm better-informed politically? Damned straight. (Damned gay, according to your Church, actually.)
Enough of this perverse American pride in salt-of-the-earth monolingual beer-swiveling blindly nationalistic ignorance. Vive Unaplogetic Liberal Elitism.
MCO 2008
Ooh la la, baby! I love it. I've been thinking that I wanted to write something about all of this fracas regarding Obama's alleged elitism but now I don't have to! You've said everything that I have been thinking! Je t'adore, mon ami! The last two sentences make me want to stand up and salute. This is my brand of patriotism.
I like the Cirque de Soleil Hy-Art; the image adds entirely new meaning to bareback riding. Enjoy Las Vegas and if you see Elvis, tell hiim I said hello.
hmmm- this hy-art could easily fit into one of my favorite shares at a meeting. i talk about the addiction to the lifestyle and the addiction to the spotlight and the taboo. and how becoming a member of a 12 step org is like joining an association of retired circus performers. we have become so accustomed to being in the spotlight and need guidance on how to live our lives behind the scenes and not in the middle of the 3-rings anymore. the retirees are available offstage to show us how to live without the daredevil acrobatics, without sticking our heads in lion's mouths, and without riding bareback wearing a tutu with one eye closed. and we get to learn to live without the roar of the crowd.