Surviving The Local Primary

In approximately 26 hours the local primaries will be over.  Finished.   I, for one, will be overjoyed.

See, local primaries are very different from state primaries.
State primaries are a cake walk.

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While You Were Sleeping…

On Tuesday when the election results were in, Obama won. The earth didn’t move. No voices rang from the heavens singing “Glory Hallelujah” or “Holy Shit, Ya’ll Done Messed Up” The lame didn’t walk. The blind didn’t see. The seas didn’t part. The moon didn’t fall from the sky. There were no rioters or looters taking to the streets. Jesus didn’t show-up riding a storm cloud, wearing MC Hammer pants and singing, “Rapture-Time.”

Nothing happened.

The night America made history, time progressed as normal with the hours becoming almost forgettable except for the programming on television and my (still ongoing) argument with Mr. Smartypants over whether or not Sarah Palin has ever appeared in a Bud Light commercial.

There was not one single moment wherein I thought to myself – I will remember this forever.

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Northeast Tennessee Will Stay Red For A Good Long While Yet…

Ms. Diva came home proudly wearing her “I voted today” sticker.

Her primary school held a mock election. She cast her vote for Obama – because, she says: “He’s brown and I’m brown.”

She was less than pleased when McCain won.
Of course, I can’t say I’m surprised.

Two weeks ago, Mr. Smartypants’ 9-year-old friend informed me that I should vote for McCain because some people say Obama doesn’t believe in God – and that could be very bad for our country.  She also tells me that – no matter what – she will never become a stripper because strippers are inappropriate.

The thing is: growing up Northeast Tennessee means her odds of becoming a stripper are way higher than the odds of her becoming a Democrat.

The Death of Mr. Barrett

Ellis J. Barrett, 84, of Hawkins County died last Sunday (Oct. 12, 2008).

You probably don’t know Mr. Barrett, but he was a veteran of the U.S. Army, World War II. He was a machine gunner serving from 1943 through 1946 with the 41st Division, 162nd Infantry Regiment, Company D. He served as an infantry combat soldier in the South Pacific Theater, specifically the Philippine Islands, Biak Island and New Guinea and was a member of the occupational forces in Japan. During his service, he was the recipient of the Good Conduct Medal, A P Theater Ribbon, Philippine Liberation Ribbon, Combat Infantryman’s Badge, World War II Victory Ribbon, Presidential Unit Citation and the Bronze Star medal.  After serving in World War II, he then served three years with the Army Reserves.

I just wanted to tell ya’ll this because I thought you ought to know.

Not Coming to America…

A very jubilant Cousin Marie send me a link to this Associated Press report claiming that illegal immigration declines as the economy falters – along with a comment “Ha! It’s about damn time.”

The report is based largely upon these findings from the Pew Hispanic Center. Regarding the population estimates, the PHC states:

There could be a number of possible causes, including a slowdown in U.S. economic growth that has had a disproportionate impact on foreign-born Latino workers, at the same time that economic growth in Mexico and other Latin American countries has been stable. Another factor could be a heightened focus on enforcement of immigration laws, which a recent Pew Hispanic Center survey indicates has generated worry among many Hispanics.

So, let me get this straight. The decline (or actually the lack of any statistically significant increase) in folks coming to America is because (a) we’re economically screwed (b) most of the employers, which were here, are moving there and last but not least (c) we are historically suspicious of people who do not talk like us, look like us or eat our food. Therefore, when too many of them appear in our towns and cities, we start making special efforts to count them and then form law enforcement departments just for the purposes of  deporting them.

Well, I mean… if you can be thrilled about something like that: then congratu-freaking-lations dumbass. Have a big ol’ bowl of celebratory store-brand Ramen noodles on me.


School started back. The kids have new teachers. WordPress moved the log-in to the other side of the page. Mr. Smartypants doesn’t have show and tell this year. I am learning how to manage afternoon pick-up at both schools without running so late one kid stands on the sidewalk alone, looking traumatized and orphaned. Russia and the US are butting heads. And Ellen Myatt, publisher of the Rogersville Review, informs me that she will be moving on within the next week or so. Duane Uhls will be arriving this week or next to assume the position.

For a gal, who can have an anxiety attack if you rearrange the furniture or don’t stack the coffee mugs properly, this is a lot of change to digest by midweek.