Just a tad bit nervous around here. I’m finding I can’t listen to the radio and thank the lord we don’t have television reception in the house.
That leaves me the good old internet. And luckily it’s Saturday morning so the news dumps are not piling up in a fast and furious manner.
So…can I keep myself content with jazz music all weekend? Or will I resort to CNN on the XM radio? God forbid. They were my go-to news network in 2008, but something seems to have happened to them in the intervening four years. Much like something seems to have happened to this country in the last four years. Like we have two alternate universes coexisting at the same time, on the same continent. Weird. Very, very weird. Anyway, MSNBC is even off the air for the weekend (at least on my XM radio) and they are my new news network (again, on XM radio as there is no television…thank goodness. I don’t think I could handle the Romney ads.) Yes, I know they are liberally-leaning, but a girl’s got to have some indulgences you know?
So…back to that whole Mitt Romney phone call thingy. I kid you not, when I heard him on the other end I screamed and dropped the phone in the countertop bubbly water fountain that sits right next to it. Then I swore because the phone was wet and it doesn’t work anyway and now I’m really going to have to buy a new one and all because Mitt thought it would be a good idea to call me. ME! As if he didn’t have a clue as to which team I bat for. I mean, isn’t it obvious? So now, not only do I dislike the man because he is a consummate liar (sorry republican friends and family), is contemptuous of those of us who make less money than him, and speaks poorly of the President O, I have to buy a new phone. Because he thought it would be a good idea to call me. I’m not sure what happened to him on the other end, cause when I’d recovered my wits enough to fish the phone out of the serenely bubbling water fountain and dry it off, there was no one there. Maybe it was the scream…or maybe he got water in his ears. Whatever. He was gone and I didn’t get my chance to tell him a thing or two. Or three or four thousand come to think of it.
Then that started me wondering. Why is the Mittster calling little ol’ me? What’s up with that? He can’t see the bazillion bumper stickers I’ve got on my car…well, used to have on my car, but don’t get me started cause that’s still a sore subject. I digress…
Back to Mitt. Ahhhhh…..then the epiphany. I’m a registered Independent. Is he courting me???? Oh so flattering.
But no, that can’t be it. My name is not associated with the account for the phone number. Ah ha. The ranch is. And they must be in the bag for the Republicans. But then why do they need a call to remind them they are Republicans and they should vote for the Republican on the ticket????
Things that make you go hmmmmmm…..
Unless…unless…now just follow me here (and all you liberal, left wing, socialist, gay-lovin’ Subaru drivin’ nutjobs like me, don’t get too giddy…)…perhaps…they’re SCARED!!!!!!! A ha! That’s it! They’re getting worried. So they’ve got the big dude himself sitting there desperately dialing up his friends to beg, sorry, ask, them to vote for him. So sad. Pathetic actually. What a waste of his time…and it must be so beneath him to have to grovel for support. OH my, I’m getting snarky. I do apologize. I’ll clean it up.
Back to the whole “they’re scared” meme. Must have been catching up on Nate Silver’s blog (www.fivethirtyeight.blogs.nytimes.com). Now that would be enough to cause the most grown of grown men (not women though cause we’re pretty much unflappable) to run for the hills, screaming “aaaghhhhhhhhhh.” Mmm-hmmm. Go catch yourself some of the latest forecast. Enough for me to be doing a little, tiny (still a bit superstitious and don’t want to jinx things) jig and humming to myself “woo hoo hoo hoo hoooooo!!” Cause nothing means happy more than Tigger bouncing merrily along.
Have a lovely day out there friends!