2008 Comes In With A Bang

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Still trying to make a difference. Making some headway. A new President would help.

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It's scary how cut off you get from the noise of American politics overseas. Scary in a good way. You start to realize that no one gives a shit what the latest vile ad from candidate so and so is, and you start to wonder, why do we? You stop paying attention, and you discover that the world doesn't stop turning. And then you realize that when you aren't drowning in the shrilling howl of the MSM, you have time to look around and see the world. And to think for yourself.

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Glad Obama won. He's the right voice. He's what we need. He's what we will need to convince people to give us a chance to lead again. Oh, he'll make mistakes. But the world will have so much invested in having the U.S. succeed and NOT fuck things up, that quite a number of our friends will once again be able to come to our side. RIght now, we're fucking radioactive. There are leaders in the world who would actually like to work with us on the "where will we be in ten or fifteen years?" issues, but this admiinstration is so fucking radioactive right now, their own people would hang them from the nearest lamppost if they stand in the same room with Bush.

Someone tell Hillary to jettison Madeleine Albright. Having that useless portrait of Dorian Gray at her elbow during her "fucked that up, didn't we?" speech in Iowa reminds even Democrats of the things we didn't like about the Clinton years. (Yes, there were a few things...)

I'm thrilled that Huckabee won Iowa. He's unelectable outside of the "intelligent design" crowd, which leads to my wet dream: Huckabee gets Iowa, Romney gets New Hampshire, McCain takes South Carolina and Giuliani -- if he's still breathing -- maybe gets Florida. The Republicans will have no national candidate and deservedly wither.

New Hampshire: please -- make us proud. Give us hope. Take the leap. Do the right thing, take a chance, make the leap.

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I've lost 30 pounds and 100 points of cholesterol that I am better off without. BW has lost 20. BD is going to be one year old in a week. She's eating solids, walking, pointing, and growing like a weed. She's a beautiful, beautiful child. We're blessed. And sweet God, how time flies fast... I got good advice last month. Someone with grandkids told me the worst mistake he ever made was wishing for his kids to grow up so he could get his work done. That night, I turned off the CrackBerry.

Peace out.