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…)

Of hope and hoops — my letter to Barack

What I want from you, Barack, as my president, is not so terribly different from what I’d want from any man, really.

I want a decent man. One who is measured and calm. One who can inspire and uplift. One who keeps his word.

A man who knows how to work up a sweat, shoot hoop and maybe even swish from the three-point line. Or at least one who doesn’t mind making a fool out of himself trying.

I want a man who helps me believe again. And then once I do – I want that man to give me reason to keep believing. (more…)

McCain/Palin supporters’ idea of trick or treat

Last night I woke to the sound of someone in my yard. By the time I threw on some clothes and ran outside they were gone … but here’s what they left behind (and no McCain/Palin signs on my street — of which there are four — were touched):

… “a larger number of voters get more money under Obama …”

Double click on image to read why Obama’s tax approach makes more sense for most Americans.

Will Sarah now accuse Powell of being pals with the pal of a terrorist?

I don’t know how much longer Sarah Palin and John McCain will be able to keep spouting their obsessive, delusional, and purposefully misleading rhetoric about Obama, pals, and terrorists. I imagine they’ll muffle that message beginning yesterday, at least if they’re even slightly capable of thinking rationally at this point.

Listen to — or read — Colin Powell’s comments on Meet the Press yesterday and you’ll experience a refreshing intelligence, candor, and sensibility that is all but missing from much of the public Republican dogma these days.

Yesterday, I walked in a march, along with several thousand other people, in support of Obama. The only ugly moment occurred when a rabid-looking woman (seriously, her face was so contorted with rage) sporting McCain/Palin decals, leaned out of her car and with both hands (luckily she wasn’t driving) jabbed her middle fingers in and up and down motion at the crowd of Obama supporters. It lasted only a few seconds, really, at least at that juncture (she probably continued her behavior all the way down the road), but it exemplified for me the sad quality of character exhibited by so many Palin/McCain supporters — at least in public.

Got guts?

Basically, I think the world boils down to two kinds of people: the kind who have guts and the kind who don’t.

I’m talking the visceral down and dirty kind of guts it takes to look down the barrel of life and choose to say what you mean and live what you say. It’s a hard road to live that way. And most of us don’t. (more…)

Fighting on the home front

In my yard stands an Obama for President sign. Plastered on my back car bumper is an Obama ‘08 sticker. Yes, I feel he would be the better President for our country in the challenging years to come.

But if he doesn’t win, I won’t blame Republicans.

Well, sure, I’ll blame Republicans and Democrats alike for being foolish enough to rely on Internet emails and Rush Limbaugh or Jon Stewart for their political understanding of the candidates. And sure, I’ll be wild-eyed in wonder at the Republican state of mind, such as it is.

But mostly, I’ll blame Democrats who talk big and walk small. (more…)

A dog in the fight

Sarah, I’m a ballsy chick, but I’m no pit bull (maybe more of a Boston Terrier). I don’t care for hockey (just a tad violent for my tastes), and I don’t wear lipstick (I’m a gloss gal myself).

But just ‘cause I wouldn’t self-identify with a pit bull, doesn’t mean I’m not willing to jump into the pit and give you a bite or two of my own. (more…)

The straight dope …

I’ve heard from a lot of you via email and postings that you think I’m “on Palin’s side because she’s a woman” — or I’ve “finally come to my senses” — citing last night’s Palin Pulled No Punches column as evidence for both POVs.

Um, did you guys (only men have said either of these things) actually READ the column? Not only am I not on Palin’s “side” — I certainly wouldn’t vote for her as a woman — she’s pretty much the antithesis of a woman I’d break bread with. I might get a kick out of her cockiness but that doesn’t mean I see us bonding over bra-straps in the near future. (more…)