It’s nearly over — this madness that calls itself, for a better word, an election. My frantic, migraine-producing work for HuffingtonPost has calmed down to a more manageable dull ache behind the eyes. It’s now hard-hitting, on-the-ground , microphone-in-the-face reporting for them — something I still can’t do even though I’ve graduated to a walking boot and crutches. I don’t really know why this contraption is called a “walking” boot since there’s really not much walking going on in the traditional sense of the word. Its rounded sole creates more of a rocking motion than a sense of actually walking. Nevertheless, I’m seeing the finish line on these three simultaneous journeys of late. The election is nearly over, my short stint as a journalist is all but done, and I’ve almost learned to walk again.
Life is sweet … and bumpy!
My friend, Dave McChesney, at his LiveJournal, kindly mentioned DancingBirds.com. (Thanks, Dave!) After much wheedling on my part, he agreed to write some political reflections from his Navy-man perspective — something of great interest and importance. But then HuffPo changed to a more hard-line starboard tack (notice the nice seamanship term?) and moved from reflective articles to straight reporting. I was more than disappointed, but maybe Dave will publish his excellent and polished piece on the pages of his journal. (Hint. Hint.)
Spammers have found us here at the Bloggybirdery (Hi spammers!) and someone stole my credit card number and had quite a spending spree before it was discovered (Hi thief!). With our economy melting faster than the Wicked Witch of the West doused with cold water, we might have to get used to a lot more of these fools and idjuts. (Hi fools and idjuts!)
Hey, we all may need to buckle up for what may be one big giant Betty Davis Bumpy Ride. Remember the Davis character, Margo Channing, in the 1950 movie, All About Eve, who said, “Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy night”? Famous Line. She said it at the beginning of a party. There were a lot of undercurrents. A lot going on between people at the party.
I’d say we may be having our own worldwide Margo Channing moment here.
Whoever wins this election is going to have to pilot through some pretty turbulent times … and I suppose all we little guys can do is buckle up nice and tight and keep that barf bag handy. That is, if we can afford to even grab a seat on this wild party ride.
So Spammers, Thiefs, Fools and Idjuts — Stop bumping me! You’re gonna spill my wine … and you know how mama hates it when you spill her wine.