Archive for February 16th, 2009


Hang On A Sec…

From Ben Smith’s blog on Politico:

Yes, that’s Lindsay Graham, on “This Week with George Stephanopolous” today:

“Yes, this idea of nationalizing banks is not comfortable, but I think we have gotten so many toxic assets spread throughout the banking and financial community throughout the world that we’re going to have to do something that no one ever envisioned a year ago, no one likes, but, to me, banking and housing are the root cause of this problem.

And I’m very much afraid that any program to salvage the bank is going to require the government. …”

Stephanopolous interrupted to ask what he would do now, and Graham replied: “I would not take off the idea of nationalizing the banks.”

Later Chuck Schumer, tacking to Graham’s right, cautioned:

“Let me just say this. George Bush, a very conservative president, had more government intervention in the financial system than any president in history. But I would not be for nationalizing. I think government’s not good at making these decisions as to who gets loans and how this happens.”

And Lindsey Graham is the South Carolina Republican who voted against the stimulus, saying there was too much money for increasing the size of government and pet legislative projects, right? And Schumer’s the hippie socialist-type who, in mid-January, was “very interested” in a Wall Street bailout that would have the US acquire toxic assets from troubled financial firms and sequester them in a government-owned “bad bank.”

Have we argued so much about the stimulus and the TARP that we’ve switched sides?


What About His View On Making Marriage Work?

McCain is claiming the stimulus bill was a bad beginning for Obama.


Now this is just a thought: Maybe Obama should listen to the advice of someone who didn’t get publicly, resoundingly, almost-Mondale-ishly OWNED in a presidential election, due in large part to his lack of expertise on this very issue.

What more knowledge would you like to impart to us, Mr. McCain? Got any tips on choosing running mates for Obama? Want to give some flying lessons to Chelsey Sullenberger III? Maybe a book on anger management?


I Ain’t Spartacus

I ran for my life.  I ran for the lives of my children.She and her children have been beaten, threatened, and terrorized, but they finally get up the gumption to move out and away from a monstrous spectacle of a husband. She finds her independence and, just like happens with all kicky gals in these scenarios, attracts a dream guy. After a few casual dates, he falls madly in love with her and asks her to move in with him. The lights are low, Meredith Baxter-Birney’s tear-filled eyes are glistening through the Vaseline-soaked lens as she squeaks out, “It’s just too soon.”

This Lifetime-movie moment is brought to you by…well, me. Because it’s me. This is how I feel at this very moment. Why?

I don’t know if this is true for all expats, but it’s certainly true for me: I want to go back home someday. I like it there. Really, I do. I just don’t know if I’m ready yet.

Long story short: I’ve been offered an opportunity that should be a dream. In fact, it was my dream. When I was finishing up my degree, this opportunity was quite literally the only thing that brought me back to the drawing table, since I had been told I would have to finish my damned PhD in order to attain it. (A quick aside to those in academia: Stick with it. As one friend on mine said, so truthfully, it doesn’t count as a real PhD unless you’ve seriously decided to quit at least twice.) This is what I’ve always wanted. Except I don’t know anymore if I do.

And so the stupid chick-flick metaphor has popped into my head, trying to explain away why I wouldn’t be jumping up and down and counting the minutes till I land in my hometown. I honestly do feel like an abused and tormented wife, one who finally got away from her abuser, and just isn’t ready quite yet to trust anyone else, no matter how dreamy, politically-speaking.

I’m just tired. I’m tired of being angry all the time, tired of constant disappointment, tired of being unable to joke about politics, since it’s All. Too. Dire. My activist self has been worn down, my battle cry has turned to disgruntled sigh, and I don’t know when I’ll be ready to trust in our government again to provide a good environment for me and my family.

In short, I’m still not over Bush and Cheney. The damage they did is still evident, and it still hurts. The rampant anti-intellectual fervor that grips large areas of the country, the fierce polarization at the cost of societal good, the fear-mongering and law-breaking and outright lying is still just too present. Schadenfreude at their fall from the public’s graces just wasn’t enough. I think I still need time. Or maybe this’ll do:

February 2009