Political, baby archives

Monday, August 25, 2008
I <3 Michelle Obama

Seriously. That woman rocks.

Go Obama!

Posted by Erin at 10:10 PM | Comments (5) | filed under: Political, baby

Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The best thing I have seen. Ever.

Hat tip to my fiance who just sent it to me because he loves me so much.

Posted by Erin at 11:24 AM | Comments (2) | filed under: Political, baby

Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Yes we can

Not deterred.

Continue reading "Yes we can" »

Believe in the cause? Go and donate. Well, once everyone has had their turn. The Donate Barack Obama page is jammed up right now.

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Posted by Erin at 04:19 PM | | filed under: Political, baby

Friday, February 01, 2008
I'm agreeing with them on this one

"Let cynics say his words are empty. Let them swim in the glowering mean-spiritedness of talk radio and the intellectually shameful spin games that pass for serious political discourse on cable news.

"Let President Bush continue to falsely link the Iraq war with al-Qaida -- as he did again Monday in his final State of the Union address.

"Let Hillary Clinton insist, as she did in last week's debate, that Obama was praising President Ronald Reagan's conservative policies when she knows perfectly well he was speaking of Reagan's political skills.

"We expect little better from Bush these days. We do expect more from Sen. Clinton and her husband, Bill. We know politics is a blood sport for this overachieving couple, and the racial rhetoric and negative campaign tactics they've employed bear this out.

"Even those of us who liked the idea of a woman in the White House, even if only because it's time, are now demystified about Clinton. Her attempt to cast Obama as the so-called "black candidate" was crude and evoked racial stereotypes we have all grown tired of. Hillary Clinton's reliance on negative campaigning speaks more of her willingness to stick to the old ways of the Establishment and less of her capacity to foment change."

- Chicago Sun-Times' endorsement of Obama, February 1, 2008

And that's just it. Change is the last thing on Hillary Clinton's mind, and I think her as our candidate would be a travesty and a wasted opportunity at a time when we need someone to lead us and inspire us to take responsibility for our country. Clinton inspires me to go back to bed.

Posted by Erin at 08:04 AM | | filed under: Political, baby

Sunday, January 06, 2008
Because it seems so appropriate

I just think it's apt to, once again, reiterate something I wrote here almost four years ago.

I've been challenged and asked many a time why I so loyally support Barack Obama, and what I wrote below explains why.

Now that the primary season is officially upon us, I beg of you to pay attention, to get involved, to make decisions for yourselves and your respective communities. And if by year's end, things don't go the way you'd hoped, you can still get involved. In fact, do not wait until then. Do it now. You can do something about the injustices you see. Volunteer, make a difference, be the change you'd most like to see in the world.

Continue reading "Because it seems so appropriate" »

2006_11_obama.jpgI grew up in a family where two topics typically dominated the evening dinner conversations: religion and politics.

JP was a towering influence; he didn't just have an opinion. Opinion is far too basic of a term anyway. My father had, and does to this day, a grasp on these two subjects that borders on scholarly. As a result, you couldn't belly up to Wednesday night's meatloaf and mashed potatoes and expect to regurgitate some offhanded remark you might have happened to hear on the news, and do him the favor, if you would, of not making it apparent that all of his hard-earned money being spent on your education is going to waste because you don't still understand all three branches of the federal government and their basic functions.

I had to memorize the preamble to the Declaration of Independence long before any teacher required it of me.

While I don't remember it even being said, it was always understood that there was a certain beauty to politics. There was majesty in the intricacies of how not only our government works but also our political system. Dissecting politics and government seemed to hold a key to how we as Americans are as a people and they say something about our society as much as a piece of literature or a painting. Whether you agreed with a particular policy or a candidate was beside the point, though it didn't hurt if your leanings fell more to the left than the right.

Taking a stance was never as good as having the knowledge to formulate why you held a belief. JP and Lynette would continually challenge my sisters and I to forego our biases in an effort to find the truth, and the road you took ought to be paved with a practical sense of how politics, not just a politician, really works.

All pragmatism aside, it was this reverence for politics and government that has left with me a whimsical bent that others may find strange. After all, you can't spend a lifetime approaching the subject, leaving the majority of your emotions and passions at the door, and believe there is idealism left to be had. But I think that it is because of this that I am forever looking for the inspiration. The person who truly does hold these truths to be self-evident. That life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness truly are inalienable rights of all Americans, not just the ones holding the checkbook or screaming the loudest from the higher bully pulpit.

There is such magic contained within this idea, and while America's history has left skid marks all over it, there are those of us who wait for the person who will step up and say, "I believe. I believe. I believe." Because I want to believe too.

We all want to believe.

Admittedly my age prevents me from having a breadth of experience from which to cull the following, but I am astounded and in awe of the political climate right now. Never in recent history have I understood the people of our country to be this engrossed in what course it will next take.

What's going on, for the most part, is the fight for what each of us considers to be our inalienable rights. Whether you think those rights are being threatened by terrorists or by the current administration, the struggle boils down to preserving the sanctity of those rights.

The element of the Preamble that is so often lost in the scuffle is this: "That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." This sentence isn't as pretty, but it is the most important. It is the impetus that ultimately protects these rights. In fact, there is so much action taking place in that sentence that it can make your head spin. At its core, this tells us that ultimately this is our government and we are the ones who make it so, and the only reason these men and women have any power in the first place is because we're giving it to them and because we're allowing ourselves to be governed at all. We are charging them with the task of maintaining and improving our lives and they'd best sit up straight, cover their mouths when they cough, and mind their Emily Post if they want to keep doing so.

Strangely enough, you can find a crowd of people pontificating on the state of our country and half of them will proudly tell you that they do not and will not vote. There are particulars to this, but usually they're reduced to lazy excuses centering on a person's apathy toward both candidates. And while this is a common, and oftentimes understandable argument, mostly I find it a shameful abuse of their citizenship. You can't tell me that there is not one issue from which these candidates build their platforms that a person does not hold near and dear enough to make sure his or her voice is somehow heard.

Lazy, lazy people.

It is this inaction that infuriates me most, but it is probably the fundamental reason why I am always holding out hope for the inspiration. That someone will say to each of us that, "Yes. Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness are your rights but Damnit if you don't share some responsibility in the process," and we will believe in him or her so fervently that we can't help but get involved.

We all want to believe.

Unless you've been living under a rock, I doubt there is much of a chance that you don't know who Barack Obama is. While much is being made of his political star, he is the first person — not even Bill Clinton did this, let me add — who has made me believe again. Someday, I'm going to be able to unearth this photo — not to mention the man's autograph on his campaign sign [Thank you, Mr. T] — and bore my grandchildren to tears about how lucky I was to have shared the same breathing space, and to say for myself ...

I believe. I believe. I believe.

"We gather to affirm the greatness of our nation -- not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.'

"That is the true genius of America -- a faith in simple dreams, an insistence on small miracles. That we can tuck in our children at night and know that they are fed and clothed and safe from harm. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe. That we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted at least, most of the time.

"This year, in this election, we are called to reaffirm our values and our commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we are measuring up, to the legacy of our forbearers, and the promise of future generations." -- Barack Obama, July 27, 2004.

Get involved. Obama 2008!

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Posted by Erin at 11:03 PM | | filed under: Political, baby

Friday, January 04, 2008
Let us please not use our brains to discuss Britney Spears today

On why some people hate Hillary Rodham Clinton:

"I am betting that the democratic nomination will be based on the question of whether the US is more racist or more sexist, but still. I didn't expect the reason for the hysteria against Clinton to be spelled out like it was political wisdom: 'She's not demure. She's a bitch. Therefore we hate her. Pass me some steaming American family values, please.'"

The Smart Bitches get it dead on. I'm still not inclined to vote for HRC, but not for the reasons listed in the post. I think she's too polarizing, and I think we all know I'm an Obama girl from way back when.

Still. It really does beg the question: are we a more racist society or a more sexist society? I'm inclined to say "sexist" but that's probably a little knee-jerky on my part.

Posted by Erin at 10:47 AM | | filed under: Political, baby

Monday, December 03, 2007
I said I wanted to be a ballerina. So what?

Oh my God Hillary Clinton.

Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up.

One of the comments on the blog mentioned that her campaign should have an "ordinary person" read this stuff before they send it out. Agreed. I have had no intention of voting for her, anyway, but she is making me very sad.

Posted by Erin at 11:39 AM | | filed under: Political, baby

Friday, October 12, 2007
Go Al!

I can't be the only person whose heart was warmed by learning of this when she woke up today.

I don't claim to be green, or an environmentalist, but I've had such respect and admiration for what Al Gore has tried to do these past few years. Plus, I feel like it's one of those situations in life where a person has not only made lemonade out of lemons, but he also added some top-shelf vodka to it and threw the best party in the history of mankind.

Suck it, Dubya. Seriously can't wait for your smug face to be a sorry footnote in the history of our country.

Posted by Erin at 07:24 AM | | filed under: Political, baby

Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Still relevant

"The ultimate irony is this: the woman who dies because she is refused a procedure to save her life and has a daughter who does manage to survive (which is actually UNLIKELY if there is such a medical emergency); if that daughter grows up, becomes pregnant, and then needs an extraction in order to save her life due to a medical emergency--her life is no longer worth shit."

- Sarah, A Piece of Meat, Flickr stream

Posted by Erin at 07:28 AM | | filed under: Political, baby

Tuesday, May 01, 2007
A week or so old, no less relevant

"May I also remind you of the day President Bush signed the partial-birth abortion ban into law? The photo op had him surrounded by an all-male chorus line of legislators.

"These men were proudly governing something they never had: a womb."

- Ellen Goodman, "Trumping women's rights," The Boston Globe, April 20, 2007

Posted by Erin at 01:01 PM | | filed under: Political, baby

Thursday, April 26, 2007
Me too

"I have gotten to the point of feeling totally exhausted and defeated by George Bush's second term and just living for the day when it is OVER. And the thought that someone other than a Democrat will take the White House and that this nightmare of anti-same-sex marriage, anti-stem cell research, pro-war, pro-gun HORROR will continue once that fucking idiot is out of there is enough to make me ... I don't know. Make me deeply sad and deeply scared."

- Eliza, Draw the Girl: Denied

You'll also note in that entry of Eliza's that she mentions Rosie O'Donnell leaving The View. I swear upon all that's good and sacred and fluffy and beautiful and awe-inspiring that I try very, very hard not to have an opinion on things such as a daytime talk show host leaving the airwaves, but as I listened to Rosie announce it yesterday morning, as I was taking my shower and getting ready for work, I actually asked myself, "Damn. What am I going to listen to now?"

Since starting my job last year, I usually catch the first ten minutes of The View as I head out the door, and I find myself really engaged and admiring of Rosie. Sometimes she's a blow hard, and bossy, and a bit over-the-top, but when she launches into one of her tirades about the state of our country, I find myself feeling incredibly happy that someone is brave enough to say how they feel, damn the consequences.

I don't always agree with her - though it's rare - but I firmly believe with all of my heart that she is a woman who deeply, sincerely, passionately cares about children and family and all of our collective futures and puts herself on the line, every morning, and spends a few extra seconds using her bully pulpit to maybe, just maybe, change one person's mind.

Our side needs rebel rousers like her on the television, every day, and I'm sad she won't be there anymore.

Posted by Erin at 10:22 PM | | filed under: Political, baby

Wednesday, January 31, 2007
"Hang in there, keep fightin' for freedom, raise more hell, and don't forget to laugh, too."

The world is losing too many graceful, fantastic ladies of Texas.

It breaks my heart more than I can possibly explain that in just a matter of months two of the women who most influenced my politics and career choices have passed away. She was such an important voice to not only women but also liberals the country over. Were it not for women such as Molly Ivins, women like me wouldn't have grown up knowing it was OK to have an opinion and let the world know it.

And to boot, she made me proud to be a liberal. Well, her and my Dad. Last night I attended a program hosted by the Chicago Council on Global Affairs, and it was not only informative but inspiring as well. The night and subsequent conversations reminded of how much there is to do, and how much speaking out left to be done. Speaking out, causing a commotion and being heard is how Molly Ivins always seemed to want us.

Godspeed, Molly. You'll be missed.

Molly's last column. Read it.

Posted by Erin at 08:57 PM | Comments (4) | filed under: Political, baby

Friday, November 10, 2006
But the good news is ...

"But the good news is, there is simply no way this far less hateful, moderately progressive group could ever touch the epic, historic levels of abuse and misprision the GOP attained during the height of their neo-fascist run. Such an impossible feat would again seem to defy the laws of evilness.

"Put another way, we might indeed soon be back to business as usual in D.C. But never has a return to obnoxious, contentious, healthy American politics seemed so incredibly refreshing. Praise Jesus, and pass the wine." - Mark Morford

Posted by Erin at 12:50 PM | Comments (0) | filed under: Political, baby

Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Go Vote

2006_11_obama.jpgI wrote this two years ago and, with the exception of a phrase here and there, it continues to ring true. Besides, it gives me another excuse to post a picture of me and Obama.

Go vote today.

I grew up in a family where two topics typically dominated the evening dinner conversations: religion and politics.

JP was a towering influence; he didn't just have an opinion. Opinion is far too basic of a term anyway. My father had, and does to this day, a grasp on these two subjects that borders on scholarly. As a result, you couldn't belly up to Wednesday night's meatloaf and mashed potatoes and expect to regurgitate some offhanded remark you might have happened to hear on the news, and do him the favor, if you would, of not making it apparent that all of his hard-earned money being spent on your education is going to waste because you don't still understand all three branches of the federal government and their basic functions.

I had to memorize the preamble to the Declaration of Independence long before any teacher required it of me.

While I don't remember it even being said, it was always understood that there was a certain beauty to politics. There was majesty in the intricacies of how not only our government works but also our political system. Dissecting politics and government seemed to hold a key to how we as Americans are as a people and they say something about our society as much as a piece of literature or a painting. Whether you agreed with a particular policy or a candidate was beside the point, though it didn't hurt if your leanings fell more to the left than the right.

Taking a stance was never as good as having the knowledge to formulate why you held a belief. JP and Lynette would continually challenge my sisters and I to forego our biases in an effort to find the truth, and the road you took ought to be paved with a practical sense of how politics, not just a politician, really works.

All pragmatism aside, it was this reverence for politics and government that has left with me a whimsical bent that others may find strange. After all, you can't spend a lifetime approaching the subject, leaving the majority of your emotions and passions at the door, and believe there is idealism left to be had. But I think that it is because of this that I am forever looking for the inspiration. The person who truly does hold these truths to be self-evident. That life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness truly are inalienable rights of all Americans, not just the ones holding the checkbook or screaming the loudest from the higher bully pulpit.

There is such magic contained within this idea, and while America's history has left skid marks all over it, there are those of us who wait for the person who will step up and say, "I believe. I believe. I believe." Because I want to believe too.

We all want to believe.

Admittedly my age prevents me from having a breadth of experience from which to cull the following, but I am astounded and in awe of the political climate right now. Never in recent history have I understood the people of our country to be this engrossed in what course it will next take.

What's going on, for the most part, is the fight for what each of us considers to be our inalienable rights. Whether you think those rights are being threatened by terrorists or by the current administration, the struggle boils down to preserving the sanctity of those rights.

The element of the Preamble that is so often lost in the scuffle is this: "That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed." This sentence isn't as pretty, but it is the most important. It is the impetus that ultimately protects these rights. In fact, there is so much action taking place in that sentence that it can make your head spin. At its core, this tells us that ultimately this is our government and we are the ones who make it so, and the only reason these men and women have any power in the first place is because we're giving it to them and because we're allowing ourselves to be governed at all. We are charging them with the task of maintaining and improving our lives and they'd best sit up straight, cover their mouths when they cough, and mind their Emily Post if they want to keep doing so.

Strangely enough, you can find a crowd of people pontificating on the state of our country and half of them will proudly tell you that they do not and will not vote. There are particulars to this, but usually they're reduced to lazy excuses centering on a person's apathy toward both candidates. And while this is a common, and oftentimes understandable argument, mostly I find it a shameful abuse of their citizenship. You can't tell me that there is not one issue from which these candidates build their platforms that a person does not hold near and dear enough to make sure his or her voice is somehow heard.

Lazy, lazy people.

Continue reading "Go Vote" »

It is this inaction that infuriates me most, but it is probably the fundamental reason why I am always holding out hope for the inspiration. That someone will say to each of us that, "Yes. Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness are your rights but Damnit if you don't share some responsibility in the process," and we will believe in him or her so fervently that we can't help but get involved.

We all want to believe.

Unless you've been living under a rock, I doubt there is much of a chance that you don't know who Barack Obama is. While much is being made of his political star, he is the first person — not even Bill Clinton did this, let me add — who has made me believe again. Someday, I'm going to be able to unearth this photo — not to mention the man's autograph on his campaign sign [Thank you, Mr. T] — and bore my grandchildren to tears about how lucky I was to have shared the same breathing space, and to say for myself ...

I believe. I believe. I believe.

"We gather to affirm the greatness of our nation -- not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.'

"That is the true genius of America -- a faith in simple dreams, an insistence on small miracles. That we can tuck in our children at night and know that they are fed and clothed and safe from harm. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe. That we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted at least, most of the time.

"This year, in this election, we are called to reaffirm our values and our commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we are measuring up, to the legacy of our forbearers, and the promise of future generations." -- Barack Obama, July 27, 2004.

« close extended entry

Posted by Erin at 08:03 AM | Comments (1) | filed under: Political, baby

Thursday, September 14, 2006
Backwards ... And In Heels

Waking up to learn of this news was not the way I wanted to greet the day, that's for sure.

I remember being a little girl and being in total awe of this woman. Total and complete. There were really only two career paths I was ever going to take: journalism or politics. In addition to my father's political involvements, Ann Richards was the other reason I ever even considered giving my life up to that world. I'm still happy with the choice I made, but damned if I don't feel like I let her down a bit.

"I did not want my tombstone to read, 'She kept a really clean house.'" Richards said this before she left office more than a decade ago. I was reminded of it today when I read her obit. Women such as Richards gave the rest of us permission to start thinking that, you know, maybe, just maybe, it was OK to embrace a life that didn't include being a homemaker, as noble as a career as it may be. It's simply not for everyone; certainly not for me.

Godspeed, Ms. Richards. You'll be missed.

Posted by Erin at 07:54 AM | Comments (5) | filed under: Political, baby

Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Well Said

"One of the mistakes we make, left, right and center, is to think that the symptom is the actual cause of social illness we decide to attack. Housing is the solution to the homeless problem in this formula, except it's not. A job, any job, is the solution to joblessness. "Just say `no'" will get you off drugs or alcohol." -- Charles M. Madigan, Chicago Tribune

Posted by Erin at 07:20 AM | Comments (2) | filed under: Political, baby

Sunday, September 04, 2005
Because It's Not Just All Puppies Around Here

I went out Friday night and got pretty drunk.

I was in a bummer of a mood and really couldn't put my finger on why until I was at home, at 2 a.m. in front my computer, crying the sort of drunken, hysterical crying one does after too much gin, reading report after report after report on the conditions of things in Louisana and Mississippi. This sort of crying was bound to happen this week. You just can't be human and not break down after what's happened, no matter how surreal it seems.

Now, after all of my crying, I'm pissed off and angry. Watching the Sunday morning news programs today just made me even moreso. I shake my head in disbelief of it all.

I found this, via Pamie, and wanted to share:

The President said something interesting while appearing on Good Morning America:

"I hope people don't play politics at this time of a natural disaster the likes of which this country has never seen."

He's right. A lovely thought. However, via Hunter at Daily Kos:

"Oh, I'm touched. Utterly touched. After 9/11, the entire Republican Party went en masse to get Twin Towers ass tattoos. The Republican convention was a wholesale tribute to crass exploitation, the sets themselves designed to evoke the aftermath of the attack. Every domestic and international policy this administration -- no, this entire Republican government -- has produced has been heaved up before the public while waving the spectre of 9/11 as the catch-all vindication of every administration whim. Every tax cut, every civil rights issue, every budget cut, every budget expansion, no matter how tortured the logic must be, has some Republican senator standing on the Senate floor and proudly raping the corpses of that day as justification for their particular agenda item.

Oh, we've seen politicization of disaster. Every Republican campaign for the last four years has revolved around the politicization of disaster.

But Lord help us, George W. Bush is going to get the vapors if anyone asks him to explain his administration's active cuts of the very programs designed to keep New Orleans safe."

I have no further elaboration on any of this, as it says everything I feel right now, better than I could phrase it.

I wish there was one of those stupid magnetic ribbons I could slap on my car to illustrate just how much I loathe this administration but I doubt it. Gah.

[Edited to add The Cavalry Didn't Come: I watched this video this morning. If you find video, you should too.]

Posted by Erin at 03:19 PM | Comments (19) | filed under: Political, baby

Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Downing Street What?

I love Mark Morford.

"Little Iron Penis," indeed.

I do not know how any of us will get through the next 3.5 years of George W. without a lot of drugs, lubricant and Effen Black Cherry Vanilla Vodka. And I just bought a bottle of Effen so you're all welcome at my house.

Posted by Erin at 12:08 PM | | filed under: Political, baby

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