Warning: Political rant up coming.
I am so disgusted. This is just going to be a straight up ranting post, one I have tried to avoid writing for quite some time, mostly because I thought with the election of Scott Brown in MA that the health care debacle was done.
Oh, but no. No, it's not. That was simply the point at which the heath care debacle began a steep descent from the stinking sausage factory of shitty bill making to previously unheard of depths, sewer depth, lawless, extreme depth. To pass the bill without an up or down vote on it? Because they don't have the votes to get it to pass?
If the Supreme Court does not strike that down immediately, I swear. If it passes, I swear to God I'm going to make a four by four feet sign and put in my yard. I can't even stand looking at my President in the face. I tried to watch the interview with Bret Baier and I couldn't watch it. I stayed in the kitchen making fruit salad and swearing at the TV every time Obama went over his tired old talking points, stammering and stormy faced because Bret kept trying to get a straight answer out of him. Good luck with that.
Today Obama's rating crossed for the first time, today more people disapprove of him than approve. Naturally, since he's full of crap.
How can this be? How can a law that remakes one sixth of the economy and redefines our entire way of life be allowed to pass without a freakin' vote?
I've never, ever had a political bumper sticker on my car. There will be one now. I've never, ever given money to a political cause. Oh, I will be now.
And I know I won't be alone. If this bill passes, there will be one of the greatest up risings the American people have ever experienced. It will sweep like a tide over the November elections, it will rise up in 2012, if there is a man of honor to be at the forefront of it.
That's the sticking point right there. Red, Blue or Purple, I don't give a crap anymore. Bart Stupak has more honor than many Republicans for sticking to his prolife stance despite the incredible amount of pressure he and his family have been suffering from. They've had to disconnect their home phone, his wife doesn't even leave the house.
Give me a man with some honor, who respects the freakin' process, the rule of law. It's there for a purpose. It's there to prevent people with extreme agendas from upsetting the balance of this country. If any politician thinks they are escaping the bullet this November by allowing the Deem and Pass procedure to move this bill into so called law, they are mistaken.
There. I feel better.
And I was having such a nice day too. It's sunny for the first time in three days and so I put into motion Operation Early Riser and it was marvelous. My neighborhood felt like a completely different place, as though I had walked into a picture. There was silvery frost still in the shadows and glistening on the grass. All that moisture caught the long falling, early morning light. Everything shone and glittered, the houses looked as through they were paper cut outs against a canvas background, the sky was Robin's egg blue and the lawns of the golf course were saturated green. From every side came bird song, from above and in the bushes, from far away and right at hand there were trilling and singing and whistling and the long, low notes of the Morning Dove.
Best of all, there were no golfers.
I have cut out all the pieces of the dress I've been working on and started last night to sew pieces together. (Basting is hand sewing that's used to tack two pieces together temporarily, I figured out.) It was momentous, that first seam. For one thing, it didn't make any sense to me, the way they were supposed to connect. However, after I went ahead and in blind faith made the seam, it fit together perfectly.
It's part of the fun of it. I can't see how it's all going to come together, but each step illuminates the next one. I don't come naturally to spatial concepts, so forcing my brain to work in that area is refreshing; there are many an "a-ha!" moment.
I'm making myself complete some housework before diving back into the sewing, so I'm off to do some Hoovering, as the Brits would say.
