Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Getting too old for this crap
The big move into the renovated townhouse finally happened, dragged out over the past week, and is still sort of going on. The old apartment was empty by Sunday afternoon -- and it was moderately amazing just how much crap we had managed to stuff into that small space; maybe a starring role in an episode of "Hoarders" is in my future after all -- but of course we're still living with piles of boxes in inconvenient places. Maybe if I didn't have a zillion books and a multiple-lifetimes supply of quilting supplies the whole process would be easier. Or maybe if I wasn't a reader, I'd have turned into one of those crazy ladies who collects Precious Moments figurines and we would have been buried alive in bubble wrap by now.
The good news about the move, sort of, was that we were relatively television- and internet-free for a few days. No political ads. It was wonderful. Before I left on vacation, the only politician I was feeling the least bit mellow about was Johnny Isaakson. I think the man is completely wrong politically, but the Senate race here in Georgia is so lop-sided that he apparently felt comfortable running nicely bland, polite ads. They basically said "Hi. I'm Johnny Isaakson, and I share your Georgia values. Vote for me." Not anymore. Despite the fact his opponent is thoroughly outgunned (I think I've seen ONE yard sign for the poor sap, whoever he might be, and no television ads at all), Isaakson apparently got marching orders from the Repugnican establishment -- and his ads are now attacking Obama, progressives, you name it. Why bother?
Of course, that is one of the characteristics of the reich wing -- they play dirty when they don't have to. They fuck people over for the fun of it. I've never been able to figure that one out, other than it does seem to be a sick psychological trait of bullies and cowards to kick people when they're down. Conservative social policy seems to consist of figuring out ways to make other people's lives even more miserable than they might be now, to punish the victim for having the nerve to have been born poor or disabled or in the wrong country.
The S.O. and I were talking the other day. He was wondering out loud why another characteristic trait of the political right wing, especially the far right wackaloons, is to be running scared all the time, absolutely terrified and practically wetting their pants over stuff that's never going to happen -- Obama's going to take your guns away, Congress is going to start taxing all bank transactions, the government is going to forbid crosses in military cemeteries, and various other pieces of weirdness that get debunked regularly on Snopes.com. He said it's almost like they want all sorts of horrible things to happen to the country so they'll be proved right. I don't think that's it -- I think Michael Moore actually nailed it a few years ago in the movie "Bowling for Columbine." If you fuck over enough people long enough, you're going to develop a fair amount of paranoia that one of these days they'll decide to fuck you back.