Giving Thanks

Tomorrow, in the U.S. at least, is Thanksgiving. It may be dif­fi­cult to tell some­times based on con­ven­tional obser­vance and media cov­er­age but there is a deeper mean­ing to this hol­i­day than four day week­ends, shop­ping and gorg­ing one­self on roasted fowl. Thanksgiving is about reflect­ing on what you are thank­ful for; although given the econ­omy, the two wars that we’re engaged in, and the dete­ri­o­rat­ing envi­ron­ment it may some­times be dif­fi­cult to find things to be thank­ful for.

In the true spirit of the hol­i­day, I want to reflect a lit­tle bit on what I am thank­ful for. There are many things I could write here, but I won’t. It’s too easy to make a facile list of ways in which I may hap­pen to be bet­ter off than the aver­age chump. Instead, I want to focus on the one thing that I am truly and hon­estly thank­ful for.

I am thank­ful for the friends in my life.

That’s it. It’s the bonds that we form with peo­ple in this world that bind us in the world; and true friends are the purest form of those bonds. I am lucky to have a great set of friends; both in

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Screw The “MommyBloggers”

Need to set the MacMacs, the free­tards & the mom­my­blog­gers against each other; thus start­ing the long proph­e­sised entitleclypse.

Thus spoke I.

This is so not going to make me any friends; but what the hell, alien­at­ing peo­ple is all part of the fun. Before I com­mence to rant­ing though, let’s make one thing clear. Any vit­riol I expend here is not directed at moth­ers in gen­eral. Those who know me know that I have the great­est respect for moth­ers; fuck for par­ents in gen­eral. Anyone who would will­ingly sub­ject them­selves to one or more half-formed proto-humans gets props from me. Gods know I can’t bear the thought of cre­at­ing my own lit­tle hell-spawn. What I don’t have any respect for is enti­tle­tards; and, based on the recent “motrin­moms” retar­da­tion, I’m going to place the “mom­my­blog­gers” firmly into the enti­tle­tard category.

So, what’s all the fuss about? Well, on one level I’d have to say, “some new media douchebagettes got their knick­ers in a twist over a fuck­ing com­mer­cial” On another, slightly less pro­fane level, the deal appears to be this. The mak­ers of Motrin ran a some­what snarky adver­tise­ment advis­ing moth­ers with back­aches from lug­ging their demon-seed around all

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Eating Their Own

As you may have noticed from some of the polit­i­cal posts I’ve writ­ten, I con­sider myself to be a fairly pro­gres­sive lib­eral Democrat. That’s why it pains me to be forced to admit that, some­times, I fuck­ing hate my fel­low trav­el­ers on the Left. Why is that? Simply put, I despise the propen­sity of some lib­er­als to eat their own at the ulti­mate expense of the Progressive move­ment as a whole.

Case in point: the the breath­less panic induced in some pro­gres­sive lib­er­als by the news that President Elect Obama has named Rahm Emanuel as his Chief of Staff. You can read a fairly bal­anced piece on this from The Nation here that lays out the issues nicely.

Let it be said, I am in no way a fan of Rahm Emanuel. He’s a Democratic Leadership Council Clintonite; and I think he rep­re­sents every­thing that is wrong with the Democratic party. But one thing that no one can deny is that he can beat peo­ple into doing what he wants. And, as Chief of Staff, that’s exactly what his job will be; to brow­beat var­i­ous par­ties into going along with President Obama’s agenda. In that way he’s a

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Hope vs. Fear

I don’t think that I’m going to be able to write an in depth piece regard­ing the elec­tion; but I do want to get some of my thoughts down. To that end:

In all hon­esty, Barack Obama wasn’t my first choice dur­ing the pri­maries. The truth is, despite the cries of “most lib­eral Senator” (wait wasn’t that Kerry 4 years ago), and “social­ist,” Barack Obama isn’t lib­eral enough for me. Seriously, to me, “social­ist” is a good thing. Nonetheless, when it became appar­ent that the pri­mary race was down to Clinton and Obama I resolved to sup­port either of them in the gen­eral elec­tion. Not because I have any real loy­alty to the Democratic party, but because I hon­estly feel that the coun­try can not sur­vive another four, let alone eight years of the poli­cies cur­rently espoused by the Republican party.

That being said. In the end I became an Obama believer. I think that the moment that it crys­tal­ized in my mind was Obama’s accep­tance speech at the Democratic National Convention. Here was a can­di­date who was, for the first in a long time, preach­ing a mes­sage not of fear, but of hope. Now, it’s easy to

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Hope

Those who know me know that I am not, by nature, a hope­ful per­son. In fact, one might even say that I am a cynic. But on this night, this his­toric night, I am hope­ful for the future of my coun­try. Hope, and a sense of com­mu­nity has tri­umphed over fear, greed and exclu­sion­ism. The road ahead will be hard, but together we will bring about a bright new era; and I’m proud to be a part of that.