Monday, January 07, 2008
Wishing Doesn't Make It So
Come on Holly, get real. So it's been all downhill since Deval's Roman triumph of an inauguration on the Common a year ago. Who would have guessed that electing a liberal Democrat with no deep crony network in the legislature would have resulted in absolutely nothing happening?
You would see the Wampanoags build a thirteen-story pachinko parlor topped by a giant windmill shaped like the Golden Arches in downtown Nantucket before Deval gets Grayed out. Aside from needing a constitutional amendment or something to make it possible, there's the issue that we don't have anyone to play Governator. Aside from Jim Ogonowski--maybe!, there isn't a Republican left in Massachusetts who could win an election outside of his own gerrymandered district, let alone pull off a major attack on an incumbent. There is a word the Etruscans used to describe what the Romans did to them which perfectly characterizes the position of the Republican party in this state, but I can't tell you what it is, since the Romans obliterated the Etruscans so completely that the only evidence of the word's existence is as a punchline to an inside joke in one of Catullus's poems.
Oh, and before you tell me about Jill Stein or Carla Howell, please check the refill on your meds. As much as I love a good pot-stirrer, they are basically the yin and yang of the same crazy aunt with a Volvo and a town of Lexington sticker in the back window. If you think either one of them stands a serious chance of winning anything bigger than the annual tofurkey raffle at the Unitarian church, then you know the answer to the question, "have I lived in Cambridge so long that I have lost all persapective on how the rest of the world thinks?" ¶ 9:32 AM
Come on Holly, get real. So it's been all downhill since Deval's Roman triumph of an inauguration on the Common a year ago. Who would have guessed that electing a liberal Democrat with no deep crony network in the legislature would have resulted in absolutely nothing happening?
You would see the Wampanoags build a thirteen-story pachinko parlor topped by a giant windmill shaped like the Golden Arches in downtown Nantucket before Deval gets Grayed out. Aside from needing a constitutional amendment or something to make it possible, there's the issue that we don't have anyone to play Governator. Aside from Jim Ogonowski--maybe!, there isn't a Republican left in Massachusetts who could win an election outside of his own gerrymandered district, let alone pull off a major attack on an incumbent. There is a word the Etruscans used to describe what the Romans did to them which perfectly characterizes the position of the Republican party in this state, but I can't tell you what it is, since the Romans obliterated the Etruscans so completely that the only evidence of the word's existence is as a punchline to an inside joke in one of Catullus's poems.
Oh, and before you tell me about Jill Stein or Carla Howell, please check the refill on your meds. As much as I love a good pot-stirrer, they are basically the yin and yang of the same crazy aunt with a Volvo and a town of Lexington sticker in the back window. If you think either one of them stands a serious chance of winning anything bigger than the annual tofurkey raffle at the Unitarian church, then you know the answer to the question, "have I lived in Cambridge so long that I have lost all persapective on how the rest of the world thinks?" ¶ 9:32 AM
