Thursday, November 8, 2018

Get Well RBG

A relatively sane moment in the nation's capital might have gone completely unnoticed this morning (because it apparently included no name calling, finger pointing, or press deriding):

The investiture of Brett Kavanaugh.

It was an invitation-only, six-minute long rite-of-passage/presentation of the papers behind the hallowed courtroom doors where the highest judges in our land preside over the trickiest issues in our society. This was the resulting photo op:

From left to right: retired Justice Anthony M. Kennedy, Associate Justices Neil M. Gorsuch, Sonia Sotomayor, Stephen G. Breyer, Clarence Thomas, Chief Justice John G. Roberts, Jr., President Donald J. Trump, First Lady Melania Trump, Associate Justice Brett M. Kavanaugh, Mrs. Ashley Kavanaugh, Associate Justices Samuel A. Alito, Jr. and Elena Kagan.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg is missing from the gathering. Chief Justice Roberts didn't mention it...I suppose because it was Brett Kavanaugh's hour.

But, well, oops! RBG wins the news cycle.

Justice Ginsburg fell in her office last night, went home, tossed and turned, then took herself to the hospital this morning. She was admitted with three fractured ribs. Ouch. Those of us who appreciate the national treasure that is RGB stopped everything when we heard the news, got out the rosary beads/incense sticks/singing bowls/prayer shawls and sent our highest and best hopes for healing into the Realm of Mystery.

Those of you with less appreciation for the opinions of Justice Ginsburg, try to hide your ugly sides today.  Stay off  social media if you can't contain your snark. You'll regret those nasty comments. You will.

Let the woman heal. Which she will. (Fun fact: In 2012, Justice Ginsburg broke two ribs and didn't mention it for months. She never missed a day of court.)



Have the decency to wish this woman a speedy recovery. She's 85. She's worked hard for your country most of her life...the last 25 years on the Supreme Court. She wants to do it another 5 years. (#goals) Let's be compassionate humans for an hour or two today. Pretend it's your Gramma.
Make America Kind Again, I say.

May the political vultures circle themselves into dizzy butter.
The day is coming when they will reap what they sow.

Godspeed Justice Ginsburg, from every kind person in America.
There are still plenty of us.

Peace.



Wednesday, November 7, 2018

The Morning After...in Texas

What the ever lovin' f*%#, Texas?

The basic math of our state of redness today is blowing my mind.

On October 19 - not even one month ago - we were toasting our efforts at signing up a record number of voters in the Lone Star State. 15.8 million, to be exact. The Secretary of State's office took an extra week of data entry time to get everyone loaded up. Hooray! We will be voting the change we want to see in the country on November 6, that's what we were dreaming.Wax up those flag-blue surf boards...the wave was a'comin' to Texas!! Beto O'Rourke was standing in the middle of the Red Sea, on the verge of an Election Day miracle.



Fast-forward. Yesterday. November 6, 2018.

You know how many of those registered Texans voted? 8.3 million. 52%
52%...Let it sink in.
That means 7.5 million of the celebrated, ready-to-vote registrants didn't get the message:

Um, now you VOTE!

But they didn't.
Not yesterday.
Not on one of the 11 days of early voting.
Just. Not. At. All.

You know why we have Ted Cruz in the US Senate for another 6 years?  213,750 votes, that's why.

In my blue-dot TX neighborhood (Travis/Williamson counties), 249,000 registered voters didn't bother to go to the polls. That coulda won it.

Our biggest county in Texas...Harris (Houston), had no trouble showing up wearing blue last night, but...C'MON PEOPLE...826,000 registered voters in Harris county DID NOT VOTE. Just a quarter of you could have delivered the miracle for Texas.

Even in Beto's home county of El Paso, 200,000 registered voters didn't vote yesterday. If you were one of them, I hope you don't mention it to your Abuelita.

It makes no sense to me. I love to vote. Even though I live in a state where my candidate rarely wins a race, I LOVE TO VOTE. It makes me feel lucky and free and, well, weirdly important.

Try it, Texans...you'll like it.
And until 2020, ponder this cartoon by the talented, Pulitzer prize winning Nick Anderson. See if you find yourself in the majority. If you do, then comethehellon. Vote next time. Your vote is your voice. It makes a difference.



Peace.