I’m not big on weekends at the cottage. Nobody there speaks English and there’s not a lot to do. But one day is all right, and today was a lovely day. Indian Summer or, as they call it here, Babileto, which is Grandmother’s Summer. But, really, it’s still summer. People start saying Autumn as soon as school starts, and I’ve already seen plenty of Hallowe’en posts, memes and adverts appearing.
No! Hold back the time. Do not go gently into that winter chill. Today was high summer, if ever a day was.
We had to go up to help with the potato harvest. Actually, as far as labor force, we were pretty superfluous. There were less than 20 rows, in a little corner of a much larger field, and they had about three families helping. I had nothing to compare it with, but I know my father-in-law thought it was pretty sparse pickings, due to the unusually dry summer, but it looked like quite a bit to me.
And, as the field is at the top of the town, the view was spectacular, over the fields, and forests rising up the mountains (well, big hills but there are mountains behind them not far away) After, we went and roasted sausages on sticks over a fire at the neighbor’s house. Slightly different view, still lovely, all the different shades of green, and you can see the ruins of a castle from about the 12th century.
That time is part of this time. Everything is one.
It’s second hand because I didn’t actually watch the debate.. Live was not going to happen. I suppose I could have found it streaming on the internet if I’d wanted to stay up until 3 in the morning because of, you know, time zones.
And then, while perusing the comments on it this morning, the general consensus was that it was a bit of a snoozefest. Tulsi was not invited (if you want to have a party, you’ve got to invite the popular girl, you know), and Bernie wasn’t called on to talk much. They didn’t even ask him about climate change, and that’s his topic more than anybody’s, now the Inslee’s out of the race.
I guess the best moment was Biden’s ‘gaffe’ although it wasn’t really that much of a gaffe, by Biden standards. Freudian slip maybe. Or, just an idea that’s so heavy in the air that his senile old man senses somehow picked it up. Whatever the reason, he referred to Bernie Sanders as ‘president’ before correcting himself and saying ‘my friend from Vermont.’ See, it’s not as big a gaffe as saying ‘Raprock Obama’ or ‘President My Boss.’
Anyway, I sure like the sound of this one. President Sanders. Let’s just call him that from now on. It’s a good joke on crooked old Joe, and it’s a basic principal in 9 out of 10 self-improvement guides that you should visualize the win, in order to make it so.
Thanks for the boost, Joe. We Berners appreciate it.
I must admit, I have underestimated the amount of resistance there is to Bernie among the DNC and the media. When Bernie has a huge crowd, you hear about it on social media, especially if you are already on board with Bernie, but not so much if you are still getting most of your information from TV, or newspapers.
Consider Whoopi Goldberg. Here is a woman who comments on politics on a national network, and up until a week or so ago she had no idea that Bernie is in favor of making large corporations pay their fair share of taxes. She honestly had no idea.
So, we have to find a way to get more TV exposure, and we don’t really have a lot of money. No matter how many of us send $27, it won’t outweigh the millions and hundreds of millions the big money people are prepared to invest in this.
So, here’s one suggestion. Start following the news. I mean, start following reporters from CNN, and NBC, and CBS, and ABC, and Fox. Stand behind them with Bernie signs, and wearing Bernie T-Shirts, whenever they are interviewing somebody at a Warren rally, or talking to some party hack about how Joe Biden can unify the party.
Sure, they may get confrontational, and ask you to move. I’m not suggesting anybody should get aggressive, or risk jail, but you’ve always got the right to be on a public sidewalk.
This may not be the classiest, or most mature suggestion, and I’m sure that Bernie himself would never suggest it. Sure would get people talking about him, though, and whenever people are talking about Bernie, Bernie always wins. Because he’s got the best policies, and he’s not crooked.
p.s. this campaign tactic would work for supporters of Tulsi Gabbard, as well
It’s the 18th anniversary of the fall of the Twin Towers, and I don’t know if it’s because of my own Facebook bubble, but I’m noticing more of the controlled demolition posts than in previous years.
It could be the people I’ve surrounded myself with.
I definitely believe it was an inside job. I believe Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld were definitely involved, I believe Marvin Bush was their inside man at the WTC and that building owner Larry Silverstein, who received a massive and uncontested insurance settlement, was on board. I believe it was foreshadowed by the statement from the PNAC (Project for a New American Century) statement to the effect that they would need a Pearl Harbor style event to attain their goals.
But, it’s probably never going to be proven, one way or the other. It’s like the Kennedy assassination. And probably hundreds of other events that we’ve never even heard of, stretching back through time, because neither deception nor power mongering are new developments in human nature. They’ve been with us from the very beginning.
Admittedly, I’m already a Bernie fan so my world view is a bit skewed. I see all the huge crowds for Bernie, in whatever state he happens to be, and I see how many people love him and want to pose for selfies with him, and of course I read all the wonderful, glowing things people write about him.
Perhaps Biden’s and Warren’s supporters are seeing the same thing with their candidates but I doubt it’s quite the same feeling. Biden never gets much more than polite applause, from what I’ve seen.
I remember one time, though, I saw a video and thought “Damn, that’s a popularity level that no politician has, that’s movie star status.” It was an outdoor rock festival and Bernie wasn’t even a scheduled speaker, he just sort of showed up, and as he was walking across the lawn a wave of people was rushing after him, like “That’s Bernie Sanders! That’s Bernie Sanders!” and everybody there was absolutely thrilled.
It was a crowd of random voters. They were there for the music, not for one particular candidate. Yet, Bernie drew the love.
I felt sort of the same watching this. The guy interviewed was a punk teenager who had been interviewed by Bernie Sanders in a Burlington mall, as part of Mayor Sanders’ TV program “Bernie Speaks: the Mayor’s Show,” back in the ’80s.
The funny part was, he’d totally forgotten it, because it wasn’t exactly network TV, it was more like the 80s version of a podcast, and he was only the mayor, not a hugely famous person.
So, he is just a random voter. Yet, when asked if he was a Bernie supporter, he said of course he was, like why would there even be any question about it.
Bernie is hugely popular, whatever the media says, whatever the lying polls say. He is America’s favorite politician. He was a large base of wildly enthusiastic supporters, and even a lot of people who disagree with his views see him as an amiable and honest person.
The Democrats would have to be suicidal not to nominate him by acclimation. The scary part is, that is exactly what the DNC appears to be.
Sometimes I can’t help myself. My brother-in-law constantly posts gun nut memes and sometimes I point out the obvious stupidity of them, although I should know better. He’s almost the only one who ever posts that stuff on my page.
A week or so ago, a woman on my page complained that an airline had refused to seat her in first class, (which she was entitled to, it was a question of changing from one airline to another) and she was forced to suffer the long flight in coach, in spite of her bad back. I wrote back something along the lines of “Coach is not so bad, you won’t die” and was immediately swarmed by people saying what a rude and insensitive monster I was.
Just two minutes ago, I left a comment on somebody’s post complaining about the high price of parking on a university campus lot. I suggested they get a bicycle and I am braced for the nasty comments which are probably being angrily typed and directed my way at this very moment.
But, that is the way I feel about cars in general. People complain about other drivers, too slow in the fast lane, don’t use turn signals, park badly, etc…, they complain about the roads, they complain about the police, they complain, they complain, they complain. But all of their complaints, and a good deal of their expenses, would go away if they just didn’t own a car.
Admittedly, in today’s society, that’s kind of hard to pull off. We need better public transportation, both in cities and between cities. High speed trains, electric buses. We need bike trails all over the place. And people need to walk more.
I know a lot of people have cars, and a lot of people love cars. Fine. I don’t want to hear about your problems, though. They are self-inflicted.
(Disclaimer: At my wife’s insistence, we do have a family car. I try to limit its use, as we live in a city with excellent public transportation, but I’m often outvoted)
Yes, it is Bernie Sanders birthday and he is very old, except that doesn’t matter because he’s in super good shape and plays baseball and basketball, none of that weenie golf shit because he’s a working class guy.
Since it’s his birthday, I don’t want to go into the whole screed in detail, about saving the environment and giving everybody health care and making colleges free and getting money out of politics and legalizing marijuana and ending private prisons and all that other good stuff.
Those are reasons to vote for him but since it’s his birthday I wanted to tell you why I like him as much as I do, why millions of us are so vocal on his behalf that we seem, to an outsider, to be a cult.
For years I bought the propaganda about how the U.S. was just a right wing society, had a completely different mindset than people in places like Europe, and Australia. I’d pretty much given up hope of ever getting anybody elected who was to the left of Obama or Clinton, both of whom I supported at the time and both of whom were big disappointments.
Then along came Bernie. Suddenly I realized that there were millions of people who agreed with me that rich people should pay taxes, that we should end homelessness and poverty by giving everybody jobs repairing the environment, that universal health care was just the normally decent way to run a health care system.
Bernie Sanders made me realize that I am not alone, that there are many millions of other people who want the same things. That, in fact, we are the majority.