Author: Kathleen David

After some thought, I’ve decided the Fonz is the ideal presidential Candidate for 2008. Since the country has effectively Jumped the Shark with the election just past, there’s no one more appropriate.

I’ve even got the slogan: “Putting the ‘Aaaaay!’ in Aaaaay-merica.”

PAD

Consider: People have claimed that the Red Sox winning the World Series would be one of the sure signs of the impending Apocalypse.

If we take that as a given, then we are prompted to consider that George W. Bush has repeatedly described himself as “a war president.” Over and over again. He launched an unprovoked war and has gotten the approval of a grateful citizenry for it.

So Bush is War.

Which leads me to wonder…who are Pestilence, Famine and Death?

Suggestions?

PAD

Since my previous blog entry was an entirely partisan guess about how things are going to turn out…and is already approaching a potentially unwieldy one hundred comments…I invite folks who actually want to discuss this election night to do so here.

Purely a guess, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we actually have a Bush landslide.

If and when that happens, Bush should be sure to send bin Laden a nice fruit basket. Because for the first nine months, Bush’s presidency was a joke. Then the towers fell, and he was no less a joke than before, but people became afraid to laugh.

It is amazing that Bush can make 9/11 the centerpiece of his campaign without the vast majority of Americans saying, “Hey, wait…that happened on your watch, didn’t it? And the guy who did it is still out there, but we’re supposed to feel safer with you in charge? What’s up with THAT?” It’s like the people of South Park strangely feeling safer when Officer Barbrady is running things. And yet polls show they do. Of course, a poll also showed that 75% of Bush’s supporters believe Saddam had WMDs and 72% think Saddam was connected with 9/11. So you just get the feeling a lot of people aren’t paying attention.

In any event, I think the only reason that people are undecided is because they know in their hearts that Bush is lame, but they haven’t brought themselves to embrace Kerry. So my guess is that the undecideds will just stay home, and that should pretty much be the ball game.

Still, it’ll be interesting to see what the gargantuan scandals will be that rock the Bush administration in the next four years, and by what point the American people will get fed up being fed the language of fear. In the meantime, so much for stem cell research, and God only knows what the Supreme Court will be like four years from now.

PAD

(Peter, would you like to bet cash on that? I have $10 for the CBLDF that says Kerry wins decisively. –GH)

(Fine by me, Glenn. Me, I’m guessing it’s never too soon to start printing up those “Don’t blame me, I voted for Kerry” bumper stickers we should be needing in the next few years.–PAD)

Tonight was Caroline’s first serious foray into that festive day when, all across America, America’s youth goes door to door, their faces hidden, begging for food. This violates several laws regarding trespassing, vagrancy, mask wearing, and harassment. Indeed, on any other day and practiced by adults, the authorities would be summoned and the perpetrator taken straight away. Amazingly, the police turn a blind eye to it and thus is Halloween and trick-or-treating perpetuated.

Ariel dressed as Dora the Explorer, the animated pint-sized adventurer who’s got my youngest speaking Spanish before she’s got English down. And Caroline, in a home made costume courtesy of mom, was dressed as Dora’s simian companion, Boots…so called because he wears boots (presumably before he adopted the footwear, his name was “Feet.”) Caroline’s patience for running door to door was exhausted after three houses because, once she realized people were giving her stuff, she got so overanxious that she kept sprinting and thus tripping over either her boots or her tail. Fortunately, I’d brought the stroller along, and so her highness rode from one house to the next in a typical “awwww” inspiring outing.

Best moment was when we encountered a six year old girl also dressed as Dora. But she looked at Ariel and Caroline in amazement, as if she’d actually run into the genuine items. Ariel dutifully collected candy for her little sister as well. Once we got home, we sorted judiciously through the candy to see what, if anything, Caroline could eat. Anything that presented a choking hazard was right out, but I figured we could let her have a Kitkat bar. I unwrapped it for her, and she carefully began sucking on it. Her eyes lit up (not literally, but close) and she started “mmm”ing. And then, as she chewed on it, the Kitkat bar split lengthwise into its two pieces. Caroline immediatley let out an alarmed yelp, thinking she’d broken it, and started trying to mush the two pieces back together again. But then she realized she could hold one in each hand and suck on both, and she was happy. Goldfish crackers were also a big hit.

Boy, she’s gonna have a festive diaper by tomorrow morning.

PAD

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