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Lynn’s victory.

Looks like Nate Silver of fivethirtyeight.com was right. Never would have thought it. Barack Obama winning North Carolina? Virginia? Florida? Astounding. Pretty solid victory for a Democrat, I must say. (It bears remembering that Bill Clinton never broke 50% of the popular vote.) I will admit to a certain divided sentiment going into this election. On the one hand, it felt inevitable that Obama would win – not so much because of the polling, but because he just seemed like the person for this moment. On the other, I just found it hard to believe that this country would elect an African American guy named Barack Hussein Obama President of the United States. Up until the last couple of years, I’d always assumed that the first black president – if ever there was to be one at all – would be a Republican/conservative hawkish type, like Colin Powell…. you know, offset the “otherness” with a healthy dose of jingoistic cultural hegemony. But hey, w.t.f., so much for that. I guess it’s true until it’s not, like sitting Vice Presidents never win. Now … there’s going to be a black liberal Democrat in the White House this January.

Readers of this blog (all five of you) know that I have significant political differences with Obama and, more generally, with the Democratic party. But Tuesday was a source of both joy and relief to me. Joy after eight years of Bush and an even longer stretch of just plain bad government, descending into catastrophe over the last two terms. Relief that a hot head like McCain is not going to be driving the ship of state over the falls, or crashing it like one of his planes. I felt a little bit of this when Clinton won the first time, though I was never as comfortable with big Bill as I am with Obama. I suppose I experienced a kind of visceral charge out of, for once, pulling a lever with someone’s name on it and having that someone end up president. That didn’t count for much. And I can’t say that I was in a gloating mood around the McCain voters the next day… though I did leave the Obama lawn sign up for the rest of the day. (If I could endure the fool for eight years, they can stand that sign for a few hours.)

As it happens, there’s a personal dimension to the success of the Obama campaign. One of the first people to talk to me about the Illinois Senator was a neighbor, a retired school teacher named Lynn Beaton. He lent me Obama’s most recent book, actually, which I have yet to read (and yet to return). Sadly Lynn died of a heart attack last year, but since then it has almost seemed as though he were observing the race from afar, coaxing it along. Every time I thought Obama really didn’t stand a chance, he would pull it out somehow, and I’d think about Lynn. When my wife Karen and I went into the voting booth this past Tuesday, we both thought of him as we pulled that lever. How he must be smiling right now… and I don’t mean at all that stuff about Palin’s wardrobe (though he’d probably get a kick out of that, too). For all it means to so many people, I’ll always think of this election as Lynn’s. He was out ahead of most of them.

Anyway, congratulations to all those who wanted this to happen. Now the work begins.

luv u,

jp

Landing hard.

Man, it’s hot on Aldebaran. (How hot is it, Joe?) Well… it’s hot enough to make the man-sized tuber sprout new branches. (W.t.f., Joe… that’s hot and a half!) Damn right.

Hi, there. Got a little sick of the monologue, so I thought I’d throw a call and response deal in the old blog. (Got to keep entertained somehow.) Big Green here, and I’m here to tell you that everything you learned about red giant stars is wrong. Sure, I know – they always told you that red giants are big, fat, overly cooled-down stars, right? Not so hot as those blue dwarfs, right? Well… looks like they was wrong, as they say in the old neighborhood (when somebody was wrong, that is). It’s hot as all get-out up here. It’s so freaking hot, Mitch Macaphee had to invent a sno-cone machine out of available materials… materials that included Marvin (my personal robot assistant), I regret to say. (Sorry, Marvin. I owe you one, man. Actually… I owe you a dozen, if memory serves.)

I don’t mind telling you, it took us ages to get here. That second-hand Soyuz we’re flying is nothing to write Moscow about. It’s cramped, leaky, and can’t get out of its own way, what with that four-cylinder ion drive Mitch cobbed together and wired up to Marvin’s internal power source (again, Marvin…. sorry… sorry…). Fact of the matter is, we had to fly through a hastily-contrived space/time warp in order to get there in less than a century or two. Luckily, our perennial sit-in guitarist sFshzenKlyrn has one or two tricks up his sleeve with respect to the space/time continuum. In as much as he is an etheric being of no fixed temporal location (or hairstyle), he can play with time like it’s a wad of Silly Putty, stretching it, flattening it, pressing it onto the Sunday comics and making Dagwood Bumsted look like he weighs 3,000 pounds. (Lots of laughs.) So, luckily for us, sFshzenKlyrn has served as our interstellar fixer, once again. (Helps to have friends in high places. Very high places.)

Well, by the time we got on stage on Aldebaran, we were all so dehydrated that we probably looked like the California Raisins up there… or those Fruit of the Loom guys doing the Coldplay knock-off. Matt launched into the first song off of our new album, International House – a little number called “Welcome To It.” I admit, the band sounded a bit raspy at first. No question but that the enormous bucket of Gatorade was a welcome site when Anti-Lincoln came peddling up with it near the end of the first set. Always thinking ahead, that anti-Lincoln (though he is such a contrary creature, when he thinks ahead he’s actually remembering). We plowed on through the set and a half of material on the new album, then took a well-deserved rest… on the tailgate of a vehicle owned by one of our Aldebaran patrons. Some kind of jitney, I believe. (Though an oddly misshapen blob of protoplasm, I think he’s in the motor coach trade. Who would have thunk it?)

Anyways… we got through our first performance, with only a minor rescue needed. Mitch has our Soyuz in parking orbit around the crust of rock our corporate label, Loathsome Prick, chose for our first venue. In fact, I’d better fly…. I think the meter’s running out in about five minutes.

Choosing.

All right, already. The general election is Tuesday next, and I hope you’re all planning on voting. Unless of course you’re voting for Admiral McCain – if so, please just stay home. There, that’s done it. Election over.

Not quite. Would that it were that easy. Of course, as is usually the case, people generally to the left of the political center have to overcome themselves as well as the legions on the right – legions of pre-organized churchgoing Republicans who march out to the polls each and every election and pull the lever or punch the card or touch the icon next to the biggest caveman’s name. (We’ve seen the results.) The liberal-left does not come in simple, pre-organized packages like this – neither do the folks in the natural constituencies for leftward political appeals, such as the poor and working class. We’re constantly carping at one another. We splinter in so many different ways.

A lot of people far to the left, like me, are disgruntled with Obama’s tepid positions on issues we feel strongly about. Understandably so – these are crucial issues of war and prosperity, health and civil liberties, etc. Still, I intend to vote for Obama and encourage you like-minded folks to do the same. In fact, I’m actively working for his election. Here’s why: McCain. He’s certainly the best argument for voting for Barack Obama. I don’t know about any of you, but the thought of having McCain in the White House after eight years of Bush/Cheney is enough to make me scream. This man is all over the road. He lurches from one thing to the next. His vaunted foreign policy credentials are bogus; just the fact that McCain’s taking advice from Randy Scheunemann, a prominent booster of Ahmed Chalabi six years ago, should be enough to convince anyone that his administration will be like a third Bush term. (Scheunemann looks like a prime candidate for National Security Advisor or some senior State Department post.)

McCain’s economic team is no better, hawking the usual G.O.P. prescription of cutting rich people’s taxes, gutting social programs, and glutting the war machine. In as much as that brain trust is likely to be headed up by UBS exec. Phil Gramm, former senator, and primary architect of the current financial meltdown. He would no doubt be joined by Joe the Right-Wing Talk Radio Wingnut (and unlicensed plumber), who is full of great ideas and is, in McCain’s words, a “national hero” and the Senator’s “role model.” (Honest.) Since presidencies are largely about the people the successful candidate drags with him to Washington, this does not augur well for a McCain administration.

Sure, Obama’s got a lot of points that irk a leftist like me. (The fact that Rashid Khalidi is somehow being used to “slime” Obama merely by his being in the same room as him at some point is astonishing to me.) But he’s marginally closer to my way of thinking than any Democratic nominee in quite a few years. I have less trepidation about voting for him than I did with either Kerry or Gore, frankly. And in a zero-sum match-up against McCain, I’ll vote Obama. I encourage you to do the same. Just don’t let it be your only political act of the next four years.

Let’s pull this thing out, folks. Otherwise it’s going to be another long four years.

luv u,

jp