Where I live, the fog is often the entertainment. This morning it was a starfish splayed over the hill that then turned pink in the morning sun.
Now, it has softened and spread, so the light is misty and inviting, sheltering.
I swore to myself I would post no more political news, but I do think it is important to stay aware of how dangerous McCain and Palin are. Certainly they both this week exhibited behavior that seems suspect for any job, let only leaders of this vast and beautiful land.
I think I have found equanimity and then I get a comment from someone that seems unrelated to what I've said or what makes sense. They are cruising the posts, and then, come in anonymously, and without introduction or name. This morning it was to let me know that the Libertarians think Sarah Palin is the greatest thing since sliced bread. What? Are they listening to what she says? They see this as the rise of the west. Well, as far as I know, the sun still rises in the east, and these two supposed representatives of the west are an embarrassment and do not represent anyone I personally know and that includes staunch Republicans.
I hesitate to post another column, and I think what Frank Rich says is important for us to keep in our heads. The McCain campaign is trying to distract, to wear us out with antics, so that we stop paying attention and we go out for a walk in the nature that still exists since they are not yet in office, but we need to take our walks and stay informed. The fog now has settled down to one little lip on the hill and the rest is clear. We can't be distracted and wear thin. The election is ours to win.
McCain’s Suspension Bridge to Nowhere
WHAT we learned last week is that the man who always puts his “country first” will take the country down with him if that’s what it takes to get to the White House.
For all the focus on Friday night’s deadlocked debate, it still can’t obscure what preceded it: When John McCain gratuitously parachuted into Washington on Thursday, he didn’t care if his grandstanding might precipitate an even deeper economic collapse. All he cared about was whether he might save his campaign. George Bush put more deliberation into invading Iraq than McCain did into his own reckless invasion of the delicate Congressional negotiations on the bailout plan.
By the time he arrived, there already was a bipartisan agreement in principle. It collapsed hours later at the meeting convened by the president in the Cabinet Room. Rather than help try to resuscitate Wall Street’s bloodied bulls, McCain was determined to be the bull in Washington’s legislative china shop, running around town and playing both sides of his divided party against Congress’s middle. Once others eventually forged a path out of the wreckage, he’d inflate, if not outright fictionalize, his own role in cleaning up the mess his mischief helped make. Or so he hoped, until his ignominious retreat.
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