Here’s the moment you’ve been waiting for. Both of you. Who will SI endorse for President of the United States? I’m sure that if you’re a regular reader, you really have no idea, because I’m so obviously impartial in my politics, and I clearly lean in both directions depending on the issue, that you are all scratching your heads, trying to tease some sense of who I will ultimately pick. Let me ease the suspense, and give it to you straight.
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In an effort to get another post in this month, I thought I’d ruminate on the recent Republican National Convention. I know. Snooze time, but really, it’s August 31, and this is my last chance to get something written this month.
I guess everyone is well aware of the Arab Spring that has swept across the Middle East and North Africa, with the toppling of regimes in countries like Libya and Egypt. It seems to bear out the idea that people everywhere are more or less the same, regardless of their ethnic, cultural or religious differences, in the areas of political and personal freedom. They will put up with a crap-load of oppression and lack of freedom up to a point, but when that point is reached, they’ll snap, rise up and get rid of their oppressors. Usually, this happens in conjunction with an economic downturn. So it’s no surprise to see this with a world economy on the fritz, and it also explains American movements like the Tea Party and the Occupy movement. When people are able to exist with enough of the necessities of life, they are…well, maybe not happy, but content enough with their lives to let sleeping dogs lie. But when every day is a dog-eat-dog form of existence, the rulers better watch out. But enough with the canine cliches.
Not to mention a hypocrite.
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1. Jesus loves you, and shares your hatred of homosexuals and Barack Obama
When I was younger, and more limber (in my dreams) I’ve been at parties where, after enough alcohol had been imbibed, they bring out the limbo stick and start playing The Limbo song. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Google it, but I suspect most of you do. In the song the singer at some point sings “How low can you go”, in an effort to get people to contort their bodies in ways the human spine was not meant to be contorted.
One part of me says, “it’s about time”. The other part is somewhat sad. I guess you could describe it as mixed emotions.
Mark Twain once said
I’ve never wished a man dead, but I have read some obituaries with great pleasure.
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