It seems we’re not getting cooperation from Madison, or at the federal level either. Ah, Newt Gingrich, there he stood waving his finger while he addressed Iowa folks, whipping them into a froth long before the 2012 caucus begins. His theme seemed to be “morals,” and how America needs to get back to them. Newt didn’t mention his three wives, or is it four? He wants us all to bring back the idea of “Our Creator,” and he’s all for wedding Church (his brand of course) and State. This brought cheers from the uber-right crowd. I don’t know if I can stand the bull leading up to the next Presidential election.
Did I ever tell you I was raised in a small rural Iowa community? I know all about conservative conservatives. If Huckabee makes a run for it, I’m packing up and leaving the country. The last thing we need is a guitar-playing, dimple-flashing preacher who is at least thirty pounds overweight, never mind that when he was jogging around D.C., he actually promoted (for the media) fitness. He’s fallen off his Arkansas wagon I think, but in all fairness, Bill Clinton had the same problem.
Palin, Huckabee, Limbaugh, Beck, clowns all. Has anyone noticed how the Republicans of note are distancing themselves from the noisy nonsense? Mitt Romney would be my choice should I vote Republican, which I won’t. Mr. Barack Obama will get my vote. He’s a Progressive in the true sense of the word. And a Socialist in the true sense of the word, that is to say, before it became a “dirty” word.
But now that we’re into Spring Forward mode, I’m feeling fairly upbeat and anticipating the return of the boats that anchor at McKinley Marina below my unit. Soon the nearby lagoon will be busy with novice sailors practicing, plus paddle boaters paddling. In a dust-busting mood this week, I moved my bed and cleaned like a maniac, hauling out my wonder vac to suck up stuff. Then I paid my electric bill and wondered why it is so high.
It’s not from running my vac, that much I know.
A new young friend of mine, Ms. Carrie Seymour, is out and about town, selling ads to support the debut issue of the Milwaukee Artist Pocket Collection, a compilation of artworks. No text, just the art and the ads. I wrote an article about her efforts for thirdcoastdigest.com, and it took me back to my stint as publisher/editor of Art Muscle Magazine. Everything has changed in this digital age, but Ms. Seymour thinks the Internet makes her job easier. In some ways this is true, but still, it’s the bottom line that counts, and ad sales support that line. She and her magazine (MAPC) are shooting for April. Ah, spring when possibilities bloom.
Spring Forward. Spring Forward. Spring Forward.
