LARGETONY Blog

If you haven’t heard, blog buddy Moby had an accident on his Hoveround motorcycle this past weekend in which he was sideswiped by a car.  He’s having surgery today (on at least his collar bone) as a result of the crash.  Go over to his blog and show him some love by wishing him well.

I’ll tell you a secret.  One of my guilty pleasures is watching MTV’s “My Super Sweet Sixteen.”

If you have never watched the program, it’s a formula “reality show” where bratty rich girls (and occasionally a boy) are indulged by their weary parents with a sweet sixteen party of their dreams.  Part of the formula is that the birthday child is “surprised” at the climax of their party with a very high-priced automobile that she actually demanded earlier in the episode.

Every show, the father tells his little princess that it’s just too costly and perhaps a less expensive car (which is still comparable to a small mortgage) would be better.  Cue the tantrum and petulant behavior.  “If I can’t get the Mercedes instead of the stupid Lexus,” young Brittany Amber Michelle shrieks, “then my party is off!”

I keep hearing similar outbursts from factions of Democrats who refuse to accept Obama because he is not Hillary Clinton.  They threaten to not vote, to vote independent, or even to vote Republican…anything but vote for Obama.

Just to prove a point.

Actually, “send a message” is the way I heard a woman describe it on a news program.

“Clinton democrats are going to send a message.”

What’s the message?  My way or no way?

I find people with arms crossed and heels dug in waiting for a fuck up, just so they can say “I told you so.” Some even hoping that if he wins the election in November that his time in office be disastrous.

That’s the part I just don’t get.  No matter who is president…the one you wanted, the one you didn’t want, or the one you are ambivalent about…why would you not hope (and pray) that they do the very best job possible?

A disastrous president means disaster for our nation.  I give you Exhibit A: our current Commander in Chief.  I didn’t vote for him (either time), but he’s the guy who is in there (right or wrong) so I want him to be good at it. If he’s good, we’re all good.

Unfortunately, he’s not.  And we’re…well, you know how it is for us.

You can hope that the Lexus breaks down so that Daddy will see that he should have gotten the Mercedes, and while it may get you some satisfaction, you also get stranded on the side of the road. And really you can’t be too sure that the Mercedes would not have broken down at some point, too. All cars do.

And so it goes with politicians.

As I have said before, I swayed back and forth between the two (Obama and Hillary) during the primaries. I wasn’t sure which side of whose fence I stood on.  Both yards were filled with beds of roses as well as crabgrass.

I get why some folks were for Hillary. I get why some folks were for Obama.  What I don’t get is why some folks are willing to let the election go down the toilet to prove a point.

Actually, I think I do.

Somewhere along the way in the history of this country we have become victims of the individual freedoms that we hold dear.  Free thinking has given over to selfish thinking.  And it carries over into how we vote.

We tend to go after the candidate who speaks specifically to the issues that effects us individually, rather than the issues that effect us a nation.   We naively expect that if our individual lives improve, then the country as a whole improves.  “If my life is great, then life is great.”

But, it’s really the other way around, isn’t it?

It scares me that we no longer think as a nation.  We’ve got to let go of our personal shit and see the big picture.   Indivisible with Liberty and Justice for all, remember?

We are so fractured that we can’t seem to pull the Democratic party together, let alone the country.  Which goes back to where I started. Brittany Amber Michelle can call the party off. But then, that just ruins it for everyone.

So, is it better to be right, or to do right?

The last week is upon us, so it’s the last seven days.  Believe it or not, the fact that we are coming to a close makes it even harder to write.  When blocked, some bloggers turn to memes.  I’ve only done two memes in the last 12 months, so I figure it’s okay to use the crutch one last time.

Last Kiss: On the lips, the Attorney. On the cheek, Granny.

Last Good Cry: I have so trained myself to not cry that I can’t even remember.

Last Crush: To me crushes are fleeting things that last only until the next one comes along, but Jake has held my attention for a couple of years now.  I wonder if means that it’s more than a crush.  Maybe the restraining order is a clue.

Last Alcoholic Drink: Jose Cuervo 1800

Last Phone Call: To the Attorney to say goodnight.

Last Text Message: To Moby, wishing him a speedy recovery after his accident this weekend.

Last TV Show Watched: Morning news.

Last CD Played: I don’t play CD’s so much since the Attorney gave me the iPod.  The last thing played on it was Justin Timberlake, “Rock Your Body.”

Last Book Purchased: “Schulz and Peanuts” (Charles Schulz bio)

Last Book Read: Kevin Sessums “Mississippi Sissy”

Last Movie Seen In A Theater: I hardly go to the movies.  I can’t even think of what it was.

Last Movie Rented: Been a while for that, too.

Last Download: An update for a WordPress plug-in.

Last Curse Word Used: Probably “fuck.”  It’s the one I use most.  Both as an exclamation and as an offer.

Last Beverage Consumed: Water.

Last Food Consumed: Apple

Last Item Purchased: Undershirts.

Last Word Spoken: Something like “Oh, fuck…yeah..” combined with grunting.

Last Annoyance: Have to get driver’s side window repaired on my truck. It won’t close completely.  And we’re supposed get rain all week.  First rain in several days.

Last Disappointment: Attorney was out of town over the weekend, so we did not spend time together.