h/t: Dr. Soldz
I remember getting pissy and deleting our last attempt at an open thread, entitled, ironically enough The Kitchen Sink, but I’m fixated on the primary and something’s gotta give. I’ve considered going drastic, quit writing about psychiatry altogether and turn this site into a pathetic imitation of 15 million other netroot blogs, or reserve a single open thread for the denouncing, renouncing, hilarity and linky wonderment to come, and see if that curbs my political jones. Could be I’m entrenched in the election because I refuse to mention it, which is mere neurosis, and a timely tip to seek some balance. So please take this thread as an invitation to comment and drop off links to any remarkable agitprop screeds found cruising the Internets. You may know I am a political junkie but there will be no bloodletting whatever your delusion, and no personal attacks despite unseemly depths of conviction or blasé indifference regarding the political process. Switching between the two appears to be the norm.
Full disclosure — I went with Hillary last week but cried a little afterwards, it was knowing that the first time in my life my vote was actually counted, or so I thought… til I checked Wonkette and found a certain bug in the system: Texas Caucus Results Thwarted By Possibly Transgendered Old People
The Texas Caucus will never be decided, and not because of some Diebold terrorist glitch, either. No, it is because old people don’t know the meaning of “transgendered,” and when caucus officials tried to explain it to them last night due to ballot confusion, the old people cursed them out and refused to give any gender at all.
Over at Vanity Fair, James Walcott says what has to be said, in The Sorrow and the Pity Party:
If only returning to the womb were a viable escape option from Hillary’s taloned deathgrip! Probably such posts are indicative of the low morale pervading Sullivan’s side pocket of the universe, his readers mirroring and amplifying his own downcast, defeated mood in a dispersed pity party. Hillary Clinton’s bounce-back on March 4th had Sullivan drowning his sorrows (“I just had a Jager shot, and hope to get drunk very soon”), and staggering like a ghost through the stricken ruins of his dashed hopes, lashing out at Hillary like Sebastian blaming everything on “mummy” in Brideshead Revisited. Or perhaps Sullivan is closer in the depth of his despair to Sebastian’s lover Kurt, sadly, bitterly contemplating his wounded, pus-ridden foot. For Sullivan, Hillary is the psychic pus that torments him so (she’s not just any old “monster,”she’s a “fratricidal maniac”), Obama the healing, uplifting ointment.
And for the cooler heads, this instant classic has been making the rounds, by HTML Mencken at Sadly, No!
Eh. It’s not the support or supporters I object to, it’s the enthusiasm and the fanatics. For any politician. But especially for such mediocre ones. After all, it’s not as if either Clinton or Obama are exactly FDR incarnate; they are both fairly average “liberal” politicians who are thoroughly schooled in the arts of serial triangulation. They ain’t radical; nor are they idealist; they are simply better than any Republican alternative. They’re good enough for a vote (with or without one’s nose tightly held) but that’s it. It just won’t do to mask this homely reality with fawning, drooling praise of either politician.
As usual the fun is in clicking the links, and sharing your impression or lack thereof, whatever the case may be.