Archive for January, 2008

Caucus Fever!

January 2, 2008

It pleases me greatly that Rudy Giuliani is headed for a last-place finish in Iowa, behind even Ron Paul.  I’ve been saying for while that he would eventually implode, and I’m glad that wasn’t just wishful thinking.  I was kind of hoping it would be more spectacular, though.

I can’t decide whether to be pleased at the prospect of Huckabee winning, though.  On the one hand, he certainly seems the least electable of the serious Republican candidates–well, semi-serious, anyway (do any of them rate “serious?”).  I can’t see the party bosses letting him win the nomination (they want people who can pander to the evangelicals, not actual evangelicals.  W didn’t count as an evangelical because he was so clearly in thrall to the shadowy Republican elites); and I have trouble imagining him winning the general election.  But I could easily be wrong.  For the nomination, it wouldn’t be the first time reality got away from party bosses, and in the general, well, we Americans have a demonstrable weakness for genial buffoons.

Speaking of Huckabee

Not much to say about the Democrats at this point, other than that I do love a close race, just for entertainment value.

A Poem, for New Year’s Day

January 1, 2008

On New Year’s Day we stop and think
Of how the year gone by did stink,
And what the new year holds in store–
Most likely, it will stink some more.

And then we’ll want to list a heap
Of resolutions we won’t keep:
“I’ll swear off smokes”; “I’ll exercise”;
And other such pathetic lies.

And when the cursèd day is done,
There’s no escape, no respite won.
We merely slink back off to work,
Where daily mundane horrors lurk.

So some on New Year’s Eve think’t best,
Instead of getting needed rest,
To stay up late and party down,
And in a bottle sorrows drown.

But alas! alack! oh snap!
That seeming comfort’s but a trap.
For drunken revels one must pay
With barf and headache New Year’s Day.

So suck it up; accept your lot–
There’s nothing will avail you aught.
And though life sucks, I wish you cheer:
Have a not-too-awful year!