i love politics. always have. i blame my parents for this. die-hard democrats; i remember watching them in puzzled awe as they hooted, hollered, jumped and hugged around this brown wooden antique radio we had in our dining room. the hour was god forsaken. the year; 1976. the happy occasion; jimmy carter beat gerald ford for the presidency. did i mention my parents were butt-naked? this alone should have steered me in the direction of becoming a die-hard republican like my paternal grandfather who incidentally thought ronald reagan was the best thing since the invention of the television. i didn't. these days i am not a smug republican, but a dejected democrat simply trying to get over this week's loses, and president obama's acceptance of blame (which by the way - i still see the light!). thank goodness for my notoriously short attention span, three blogs, two kids under 6, a hungry husband and possums on my front porch. i simply don't have a lot of time to pout. and then there's james. i miss me some james. and while revenge might not be the karmic path i choose to project (gawt-dayun republicans better watch their backs), sometimes just hearing the concept in a song is enough to steer me back to my journey of being eternally optimistic...
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