Adieu, Adieu, Caribou Barbie

Caribou Barbie,
Bye! Bye! Bye!
Caribou Barbie,
Why? Why? Why?

Caribou Barbie off in a snit
Never been told that
Winners never quit
Hasn’t a clue that
Quitters never win

Caribou Barbie,
Gov no more.
Caribou Barbie,
Out the door.

Caribou Barbie,
Bye! Bye! Bye!
Caribou Barbie,
Why? Why? Why?

Bloggers Blogging Bloggers

I have the faithful Google searching out interesting blogs for me, and here's one that came in on the radar today.

Mostly about the not-so-divine Sarah, but also the Republican right and the finger-pointing which has already begun.

Love it!

http://brothersjuddblog.com/archives/2008/10/the_ritual_as_revolution.html

Grapeshot

Doggerel for an October Day

I went to New Hampshire to work for Obama and the Democrats today, a beautiful fall day when most people were out or did not answer the door (so few doorbells, so many inaccessible front doors) or whatever. To the brave souls who dared confront a slightly pudgey not-very-young campaigner with a big smile and an Obama button, you rock!

Last night, I composed a bit of doggerel inspired by the debate and the web and all the hoop-la.
It's not great poetry and I could do better if I spent more than 20 minutes but hey, doesn't spontaneity count?

Caribou Barbie, Vice-President Wannabe

Caribou Barbie flying in low
She hails from the state of ice and snow.

Caribou Barbie making beaucoup waves.
Mooseburger and Caribou are menu faves.

Caribou Barbie on climate change:
Polar Bears must find a new home on the range.

Caribou Barbie so colloquial and homey
On a clear day from Wassilla you can see a few commie.

Caribou Barbie standing on a ridge
Scouting out a site for the infamous bridge.

Caribou Barbie hockey mom and mayor.
For Rape Kits in Wasilla, the victim is the payer.

Caribou Barbie cooks with polar bear helper
While she shoots at wolves from a helicopter.

Caribou Barbie reads no papers or books
She scorns all those elitist hooks.

Caribou Barbie, McCain’s weird pick
Caribou Barbie, our Northwoods hick.


Here is a link to a couple of interesting photos that claim not to be photo-shopped.
http://loc.rousefamily.com/leftofcentrist/?p=1198

Make up your own mind.


Grapeshot

Look Ma! No Interviews

I am aghast that Ms. Palin has yet to be interviewed. Am I crazy, or does everyone else think it's incredibly weird that a vice-presidential candidate cannot participate in an interview. Tonight S.O. mentioned that lots of guys are planning to vote for her, and my reply was unprintable in a family blog like this, but a little hint is what would the guys be voting with, and another hint is that it wasn't their brains.

Seems incredible to believe men are as stupid as women. The Hilary loyalists were hard to understand, There is an old saying, "cutting off your nose to spite your face," and it seems to happen every day.

I know my sex to be emotional, that being one of the bats I used to be beat over the head with on one job. Practically daily. "You're too emotional."

But guys? Voting for Caribou Barbie? Fantasies of the hunt? Goin' fishing? Fantasies of her coming on to them? I mean really. More people should have a life.

Today in Boston, you would have thought the Pope died, with all the caterwauling about Tom Brady. Now I love Brady and Belechik, something about their intensity is really appealing, but the man is injured, not dead, and football is a game of injuries, and the Pats have had their days in the sun and no one seems to want to take their lumps, as it were.

Grapeshot, your humble blogger, has been heard to say, "bah, humbug!" any number of times.

And today, again, the rains came.

Tonight, dinner was a pick up affair, with my own take on eggplant parmesan. We have three ripe tomatoes, garlic, onion, and a bit of green pepper. We had fresh fettucini, and one medium eggplant. Some parmesan and a modicum of mozzarella. And always basil, parsley,oregano and sage. Herbs make the meal.

It was incredibly tasty. I cooked everything in one skillet (except the pasta) and put it under the broiler for a minute or two for the cheese to melt. Vegetarian is good, but this was not low fat or low calorie. We can fight over the little bit left for lunch.

No polar bear helper or caribou helper or evern salmon helper involved. Would you shoot a caribou? Would you leave the polar bears to drown when the ice all melts? Such great creatures, and some politicians would write them off without a shrug.

I don't know. I don't know.

I wouldn't.

Three Women and a daughter

All of a sudden the airwaves are full of insipid commercials with three women. They are going orgasmic over non-dairy creamer, or Three Musketeers or baked corn chips. Nothing I recall ever getting too excited about. Actually, sounds like stuff to avoid. All obviously best friends giggling and shrieking over ho-hum stuff. Weird. Who would be stupid enough to buy those products based on these commercials of girl bonding over non-dairy creamer? I mean, think about it.

The Republican vice-presidential candidate appears to have shown zip concern for her pregnant teen-aged daughter's feelings. Think back to seventeen. How would you have liked not just everyone in the U.S. to know about your little mistake, but the entire world. How humiliating is that? Well, kid, stiff upper lip, finish school and leave the reluctant husband when you've had enough. Above all, stiff upper lip. Poor thing.

Caribou Barby. That's good, huh? Well, depending on your point of view. What's interesting, is that the Democratic woman are asking, geez, who's going to be taking care of those kids, especially the special needs baby? and the Republican, womans-place-is-in-the-home church, kids and kitchen folks are saying, "sure, she can have it all. Go for it! "

Do you ever feel like life, real life, has become reality TV and YOU CAN'T TURN IT OFF. There is No REMOTE.

I don't know. I don't know.

Grapehot, who has been expressing doubts about everything of late.