don’t ever get raped, ladies.

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I tried to give the RNC a chance, but my god was that a snoozefest. The audience looked like they were all waiting for their pudding, and getting a little grumpy about it. I kept thinking “never put mom & dad in a nursing home…”

I heard on PBS last night about how people are looking for leaders who developed their character outside of politics. can I get a hallelujah and an oh yeah?

John McCain though, he let the political machine erode and reshape his character and now I don’t know what he stands for anymore. I doubt he can even recognize himself in the mirror. You can’t sell your dignity and then turn to me and tell me not to sell my own. I don’t trust him and I don’t like him.

I was excited at first about Palin. I knew very little about her, but she was a female and she seemed like she wasn’t plucked from the assembly line. I would not have ever voted for her, but it was still interesting to me. Because I want something different, on both sides of the party. We all do, don’t we? That yearning for something that tastes new, smells different, touches us with unfamiliar hands.

And while I still relish the pick, it makes for an even better election, this young hockey mom from Alaska is almost the polar opposite in every single of my core, fundamental beliefs. (Don’t you love how she’s considered “young” but in every other arena in life, a women of that age is practically decrepit and barely viable?)

This issue about Palin’s daughter being pregnant is starting to get on my nerves. Do I care that her daughter is pregnant? No. But I don’t think you can be such an opponent of pro-choice when you say that your very own teenage daughter made a choice about this baby. That’s what she said, “This was Bristol’s choice.” (I wonder just how much “choice” that girl really had in the matter, I really do.)

Because choice is okay for Sarah Palin’s family, but not my family or your family or anyone else’s family in America. It’s okay for Palin’s daughter to keep or not keep the baby, yet Palin wants to take that choice right out of your hands and decide for you. So really it isn’t that Sarah Palin is against pro-choice, she’s just Palin-choice. Her choice should be the law of the land, her choice for her family and yours and mine and all of America. What Palin wants. That seems fair, right?

Because, according to her, you only have a choice about your children’s future when they come out of your body, but not a minute before. All that time before the baby is born is entirely under the power and influence of Palin and the government and your neighbors. Certainly not you and not the father. God no. But hey, after that baby is born, remember: you’re on your own.

Explain to me how can we have choice at all if we don’t have choice from day one? It was our choice to get pregnant (well, sometimes, but in Palin’s eyes, abortion should not be allowed in cases of rape/incest, so even when it wasn’t your choice to get pregnant, it was still totally your choice. because you are a filthy dirty whore who shouldn’t be so brazen, taunting men to rape you), it was our choice to keep the baby, why can’t it be our choice to not have it? How does a party that is so rigid about “less governmental influence” use that same government to tell us what to do regarding our health and family decisions? I don’t fucking get it, I really don’t.

That is one of my main gripes with the GOP. They’re all about less government in our (and big business) wallets and all about more government in our bedrooms. That’s how they play. It’s not okay for you to worship and pray to whoever you want, it’s not okay for you to love and have sex with whoever you want, or marry who you want. It’s not okay for you to have privacy. But don’t worry, we’re going to make sure we enact all kinds of laws that tell you exactly what is okay, so you won’t be confused.

The Daily Show, which all of you should be watching, played a clip of Bill O’Reilly talking about Palin’s daughter and how it’s a private, personal family matter. As long as the government isn’t having to provide and care for the mother and child, then it shouldn’t be a policy issue or a matter of concern at all in this election, and therefore free from judgment.

Then they showed a clip of Papa Bear deriding Jamie Lynn Spears and saying how this girl’s pregnancy was the fault of bad parenting. He called her parents pinheads.

What you should take from this is that if you’re white, trashy and a teenager and you get pregnant, it is entirely because of bad parenting. But if you are the white, pregnant teen daughter of a pretty republican VP nominee, you are to be left alone and in fact lauded for getting pregnant and keeping the baby. Why, you are brave! and strong! and such a ROLE MODEL!

If this was reversed, if one of the democratic nominee’s teen daughter was pregnant, the GOP would certainly not turn the other way and take the high road. It would be more proof of how our family values are destroying the very fabric of american society, how democrats are too busy taxing everyone to pay attention to our own families, how our perverse and loose morals are going to bring another terrorist attack on good, hard-working Americans. All because we let our unwed daughters get knocked up.

Also: why is karl rove still allowed to talk in public? why do news media keep allowing him on their programs? WHY WHY WHY?!?

well son of a bitch

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he did it, he picked palin.

I would bet my life that up till yesterday, they had mitt romney all lined up and ready to go. after the DNC and last night’s speech, all those “common people” telling their stories (Barney Smith vs Smith Barney)… well, they had to regroup, reorganize, re-strategize. And boy did they come back with a doozy. she’s a republican, she’s pro-life, she opposes same-sex marriage, but damn it. she’s a woman. she’s got a clear head and a likable demeanor and I think I actually like her. I know very little about her right now, but from what I could gather quickly this morning before the announcement, I think I like her. damn it. DAMN IT.

john mccain and his evil ways.

I’m still voting for joebama, but man alive, this is going to be a fight to the finish.

I LOVE ELECTION TIME.

eden is burning

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how many times can I vote for Barack Obama? Once just isn’t enough.

this coming election seems to me like choosing between a bowl full of fresh, ripe strawberries and a plate of stale, crusty, moldy old bread. How is it even a contest?

(unless you know you’re allergic to strawberries. or gluten. stop being so trendy and just eat the fucking thing already.)

there are so many things that hit home for me in Obama’s nomination acceptance speech, I don’t even know where to start. I was never “on the fence” with him, never unsure of his ability and his viability. Once he was in the race and it became clear to me that he is what this country needs, that he is the shot in the arm we are craving, he became my pick.

I am sad that the first woman to legitimately have a chance for winning the presidency did not get my vote, that I won’t be able one day say to my son (or daughter), “yes, I voted for Hillary.” Because I want to vote for a woman president in my lifetime, I want to see this country being led by someone with a vagina, I want that so desperately and with every ounce of my being, but now is not the time. It just isn’t. you can’t always get what you want. but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need. right? you can’t argue with the rolling stones. well I suppose you could, but why? they have, like, rock & roll on their side.

For almost my entire life, that white house has been occupied by a Reagan, a Bush or a Clinton. That’s too long, kids. too too long. I love the Clintons from the inside out, with my sick bleeding heart, but it’s a changing of the guards now.

So Obama got my primary vote. And he’s of course getting my general election vote. I fully support him in every possible way. Yet, I was never fully immersed in the obama mania. I wasn’t besotted, as Brokaw called it.

But this speech tonight, I don’t know. It hit a spot in me that really needed hitting (that’s what she said). He was so strong, so confident, so appealing. That is the kind of man I want as my president. That is the man I want representing my country. That is the man I want other countries to see and believe in, to know he is who we the people elected. I see George Bush speaking and I am embarrassed, truly. Can anyone honestly say that George Bush represents the full range of complexity and dignity that encompasses this country? He gets up there and sounds like a guy you want to go drinking with, that you want to come to your BBQ, because he’s a good time and makes a mean burger.

I am tired of feeling ashamed of my president. I am tired of looking to the rest of the world like a bunch of ignorant, bleating sheep on their way to the slaughterhouse. I am tired of being hated and thinking “if I travel abroad, I need to tell people I’m canadian.” I want to feel good about being american again.

When Obama started talking about patriotism and the men and women in the military who aren’t fighting for red states or blue states, but the United States… when he called us to action, told us change is possible, but it will take personal responsibility, mutual responsibility, to ourselves, to each other, to other countries… when he urged us to look beyond the bend… it all just resonated with me. And when he talked about grace, well I think I lost my eyeballs on that one. there’s nothing like the word grace to make you rise above the ashes, to look up to the skies with a full heart and open arms. at least for me.

So if obama can take this girl, a jaded cynical bitter angry dried up old hag, and turn her into a flag-waving, proud, hopeful, inspired, “born-again” american, then I can only imagine what he can do for the rest of the country, for the rest of the world. He always had my vote, but now he has my faith. heck, he has me using the word faith! this is incredible people! something is definitely stirring. it’s up to us now to decide what beast slouches towards Bethlehem.

“but people are fucking idiots everywhere”

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I am in the middle age of uninteresting.

something needs to be done about this.

isn’t she lovely.

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on August 26, 2008
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I didn’t go to the gym yesterday because I didn’t want to get all sweaty and have to take a shower. Because I really liked the way my hair looked. my hair doesn’t ever look good, so when it does, I need to do whatever I can to prolong it.

My hair doesn’t look good today though, so I guess I’m going to have to go to the gym after work. LE SIGH.

The good news is that I’m going to the liz phair show this weekend. yay! I won’t have to hear any of her crappy lame music, it’s going to be all exile in guyville.

and my younger sister is coming this weekend to visit for the week. we’re going to a red sox game and a yankees game and a whale watch and all kinds of other fun stuff. I can’t hardly wait. No one ever visits me even though boston is a totally awesome place to visit and I’m a totally awesome person to visit.

did they play “isn’t she lovely” after michelle obama’s speech last night? that makes me laugh. yes she is, she is lovely.

the best of loafe, vol 1

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So I am making a new category called “the best of loafe, vol 1” in which I offer up all my favorite loafe entries with one easy click (you click on Best Of in the category section over there).

This is a slow process, as I’ve written a lot for loafe and I have to go in and mark each entry I want to include in the section.

I don’t anticipate a vol 2, but I like the way vol 1 sounds. There isn’t really rhyme or reason for my choices. it seems pretty smug and self-loving of me to have a best of on my own site, but well, I don’t know what to tell you. don’t you even know me by now?