Things I’m tired of…
I’ve got a busy day today, so I will be uncharacteristically (and perhaps thankfully?) brief.
Things I’m tired of:
(1) the 2008 election
(2) me saying I’m tired of the 2008 election
(3) the fact that every time I see the word “Clinton” in the ubiquitous articles about the 2008 election, I immediately think “Bill” and not “Hillary” (call me sexist if you want, but old habits die hard)
(4) the debates
Come to think of it, maybe it’s just one thing I’m tired of…
But bloggers don’t get to be tired. There’s no tiredness in blogging:
Clinton: Just another dick in a hat.
How about tired of war?
I’m tired of the debates, too. And the whining surrender monkeys, especially now that even NBC News had to admit and report on the progress in Iraq.
Transcript:
Jimmy Dugan: Evelyn, could you come here for a second? Which team do you play for?
Evelyn Gardner: Well, I’m a Peach.
Jimmy Dugan: Well I was just wonderin’ why you would throw home when we got a two-run lead. You let the tying run get on second base and we lost the lead because of you. Start using your head. That’s the lump that’s three feet above your ass.
[Evelyn starts to cry]
Jimmy Dugan: Are you crying? Are you crying? ARE YOU CRYING? There’s no crying, there’s no crying in baseball. Rogers Hornsby was my manager, and he called me a talking pile of pig$#;+. And that was when my parents drove all the way down from Michigan to see me play the game. And did I cry? NO. NO. And do you know why?
Evelyn Gardner: No, no, no.
Jimmy Dugan: Because there’s no crying in baseball.
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It is far superior to the 2008 election in my view.
It’s not the 2008 election I’m tired of, it’s the 2000 election. Or maybe the election of 1980. I’m tired of people constantly refighting old battles.
Hi . New here, but I’ve read and appreciated your posts for a long time, Neo.
This whole campaign season has just started way too early, even for a minor politics junkie like me. Fred Thompson had the right idea by waiting, but even he lost his nerve and entered in September.
The early campaigning is driven, of course, by the move to earlier primaries. I’m only made hopeful that the tide is turning, because the move has stalled and maybe even started to reverse itself.
But after the ump-teenth “debate” (is that a misuse of the term?) I long for the days of smoke-filled rooms. The national conventions were certainly more entertaining when the results weren’t preordained.
I’m tired of those things, too. I’m interested, though, to see that I’m not the only person who, upon seeing the name “Clinton” in print, thinks immediately of Bill. Maybe, if enough other people have the same reaction, the lady will be beaten.
As for “tired of war,” I can’t imagine why, Laura. One might be tired of hearing about it, but it hasn’t made much of a change in people’s lives. We still go shopping, watch sporting events, attend movies, and all the rest–not very different from before September 11, 2001. The “war” doesn’t really touch us very much, but being self-indulgent whiners, some of us like to kvetch about it.
I’m not tired of seeing OSU pound Michigan. I’m never tired of it.
I am tired of NeoCons posing as Democrats. No, not you Neo, Hillary.
I have begun to realize every time she uses the phrase “we must bring EVERYONE to the table” with regard to problem solving on an issue, what she really means is “private enterprise”. I recently have heard her say this or something similar when talking about resolving Education, Social Security, and of course, Health Care.
My fear is she is a wolf in sheep’s clothing and will sell out the left to her Corporatist and Globalist masters and privatize all of it. To a progressive, that is a nightmare.
Anyway, that is my whine for the day. Now, onto my wine for the evening.
You made me see Rosie O’Donnell wearing a short skirt and blew my day all to hell. I’m completely traumatized. Wahhhh!!!!
Hello Neo,
You know, in that famous documentary The World At War series, there was this interview with an elderly German man who was fought on the German front lines. He said he was relieved when they finally drafted him to the front because of the incessant propaganda.
It blared at him in the streets, in his home, on the radio, on poster, everywhere his eyes turned, so that when he was forced into the front lines, he was relieved.
Now think of this, and think of your fatigue for a moment. There are TV screens at the airport, at the bars, at the restaurants, on billboards, everywhere you turn, and you know that the journalist profession has collapsed utterly. (For example, there is not one single person vetting the campaign adds in the Midwest. Not one! in a region that has decided the past 5 or 6 presidential elections.) What you are left with is spin, or to use an old fashion term, propaganda.
You and I are going to be much more “tired” before the curtain falls.