Last night of being Bush-wacked!
I couldn’t stay home tonight, on this last night of being Bush-wacked for eight long years, so I put on my Obama earrings and headed out on the town.
Can you see our President Elect dangling from my ear?
I was running around Sarasota like a crazy woman asking people to tell me how they felt about their last night of being Bush-wacked and/or what they were going to CHANGE as of tomorrow for the betterment of their country.
First stop: three slacker dudes outside Sarasota News & Books. Hey, guys, care to comment for my blog? “No.” Um, okay, moving on.
Second stop: inside Sarasota News & Books, where a charming young man named Joey was more inclined to comment: “It’s about time,” he said; and I couldn’t agree more. 
Third stop: Selva Bar on Main Street. A bartender who wished to remain anonymous (first rule of bartending she said — never talk politics!) simply said “I’m stoked!”
Fourth stop: Whole Foods Market, where a very cute guy standing in line at the coffee/juice bar told me “It will be interesting to see what happens to the stock market.” He said a lot of other things, too, but if I print them, he’d have to kill me. Something about Witsec and all that.
And last stop, my new fave spot in downtown Sarasota (as in, I think I’m moving in!) — Sarasota Vineyards where I did find one person — who actually admitted to having voted for Bush and then compounded my horror when she told me she didn’t vote in the recent election because she, um, couldn’t choose between McCain and Obama. Yowza.
But I was greatly cheered when I arrived home and found that my cats were jammin’ on the Obama groove.
Okay, to end this overly long blog (is anybody still reading?), I’ll just say this:
I'm ready for change! Here's wishing us/US peace and prosperity!
The eve of inebriation … um … inauguration
Okay, I admit it. I officially cannot work because I’m too excited about tomorrow. I know, I know. The world isn’t going to magically right itself tomorrow just because Obama is sworn in as President. In fact, I think if change comes to this country, Obama will be our leader, yes, but not the doer. We’re the doers … right? You and me? We’re the ones who will change the course of ourselves and our neighbors and our nation … maybe even our world … right?
Last night, I kicked off my Inauguration Inebriation festivities (yes, yes, yes — I use any excuse to raise a glass and what better than seeing a man I believe in — within reason, folks — becoming my U.S. President?) with a FAB-U-LOUS party at Micheal’s on East. (more…)
Just a little augmentating of assets!
After today, guess I won’t have too much to say, write, or dredge up from the past about the Bush Administration, huh? Well, so, here’s my final comment on the subject (I think). In 2007 I wrote — not very well, really — a satirical wanna-be about Condi Rice’s kind of revolting double-speak when she quibbled with Chuck Hagel over whether 22,000 additional troops constituted an escalation … duh. Her response (you can catch it here in this transcript) was Bush-wackiness at its best, um, worst. So, I wrote a column making fun of poor Condi which went over like, um, two big lead balloons.
And, this, my friends (oh, dear, sounding a bit McCain-esque!) may be my last word on Bushworld.dum. (more…)
That slop-jawed, Birkenstock-wearing Reality Chick!
Back in the day (was it really less than a year ago?!) when I had my Reality Chick column appearing each week in print, I could be sure that whenever I invoked the words President Bush or my more favored name for him — Georgie-boy, I could be sure of getting lots and lots of not-so-fan mail. Here’s a column that summarized some of the responses from those salad days and allowed me my summary dismissal thereof. (more…)
G.W.’s swan song
With apologies to Don McLean (for abusing his fabulous, near-perfection lyrics to Everybody Loves Me Baby from American Pie collection).
Fortune had me well in hand, armies waited at my command
My gold was in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand
The angels guided my ev’ry prayer, my enemies I wanted sick or dead
But the so-called victories I led, only left America in the red. (more…)
All night blues
All Night Blues
I’ve heard his voice,
roughed up
by the lyrics of living,
sung out and sweating
between sets;
taking a smoke
and slugging a beer
to soothe his weary chords. (more…)
A little local color … in a Wonder-bread town
This column originally published in 2006.
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I keep getting asked to write less about national issues and more about local goings-on. Local “color” it’s called – stories that show the colorful characters, places and events of an area.
Believe me; I’ve been trying. Trekking it out to obscure cafés and trying to find a coffeehouse that isn’t Starbucks.
But Sarasota can be a pretty white-bread town, and the only thing I’ve discovered lately is that I’m not sure I’m white enough for it. (more…)
Bully Nation — hopefully less so after January 20
Exactly a year ago, I wrote the following column — about how our country had devolved, somehow, over the generations, but most noticeably with the Bush administrations, into one full of outrageous bullies — on a next-door-neighbor level to a global level. I’d like to think that era is coming to an end. (more…)
The Americans we once were … and will be again
In May 2007, my disillusionment with George Bush, with the wars, with the apathy of my country, and probably with myself, reached an all-time high. I wrote a couple of columns back to back — i.e., yesterday’s blog posting What Kind of American Are You? — that called Americans out on the carpet for their inertia in regard to the war called and the reaction was, well, pretty strong. The following column was my response to the many emails and letters I received. (more…)
