Partisan pie

The more I pay attention to US government and politics, the more I (1) marvel at its unique complexities and, (2) want to tear out my hair and rip my clothes in frustration. The divide between parties is natural and right - individuals value different things! That said, for crying out loud! I perpetually hear (in this case) Republicans talking about how they have a duty to listen to the American people, and the American people do not want universal health care! They want greater resources for defense! I'm sorry, but when did I stop being an American? I want universal health care! Though you might not represent my state or district, I am an American, and I do not agree with you. Find some fucking common ground, people!

This morning on NPR I heard an indignant Republican say he was offended by President Obama's "calling out" last night to the voice of opposition. "We (Republicans) do not always say no to things!" The NPR host asked, "Can you give us an example of something significant in the last year where Republicans and Democrats worked together?" "Yes," responded the Arizona Repub, "we supported Obama's move into Pakistan!" SHOCKING. You astound me with this stretch of bipartisanship, reaching across party lines to support defense. This man was also offended by the length of the State of the Union, saying it was "too long." Your knee jerk reaction is that Obama is long winded? Balls up, put on your "I'm listening" face, and stop behaving like an easily-distracted teenager. Try to remember that eloquence and organized thought is something that we, as hopeful leaders in intellectualism, should prize.

Saturation

Let it be noted! Unsurprisingly, the unsatisfying nature of my 40 hours a week is reaching its zenith. Change, be afoot. Hop on over on your monoped and allow me to piggyback your momentum.

Demise by insipidness seems worse than succumbing to adverse conditions. The bland, beige thief of time absconds with months and years. "Cease!" I plead.

New year, new rain.

Misty little drops of rain cling to hair and jackets and windshields like microcosmic baptisms. They feel pretty, like I might end up resembling a glistening, ethereal spider's web, but I only end up looking like a soggy kitten. Cold seeps into my skin, insulating a mood of despondence. With some "Death by Cupcake"* and a cozy sweater, I can tromp outside with my head down, or pensively stare out of a window without regret. This is Seattle, baby.


*S. Sherrard.