Favorite Daughter Voting and Blogging

13 08 2008

Favorite Daughter will vote for real, first time ever, in our August 26 primary. She chose to register “nonpartisan” (like her mom, who is so proud!) so mostly we only get to vote in a bunch of judge races (five this round I think, with more than a dozen non-campaigning candidates spread across them — why do we the people think we’re self-governing by electing opaque strangers in the first place, they’re just a grab bag of NAMES!)

Anyway, FavD’s um, education, is increasingly interconnected with the many stories of this presidential election, as are her online explorations and encounters:

Calvin and I like to paint Warhammer figurines, watch The West Wing, and yell at people on the internet. . .
“The people on these sites? They’re the cast of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The muumuu-wearing chain-smoker? That’s Nurse Ratched. When Nurse Ratched is unhappy, the patients are unhappy. You? You’re McMurphy, you swoop in there with your card games and your fishing tricks…”

“I didn’t swoop in, I came in the same way everybody else did.”

“Well, now I’m telling you to open the ward window and climb out of there before they give you a pre-frontal lobotomy and I have to come in and smother you with a pillow.”

This is a lesson which Calvin and I have recently learned in our internet travels. It started out innocently enough, when I discovered a conservative homeschooler blog comparing The Honorable Mr. Obama to Adolf Hitler.

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13 08 2008
NanceConfer

“Well, now I’m telling you to open the ward window and climb out of there before they give you a pre-frontal lobotomy and I have to come in and smother you with a pillow.”

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You think FavD will learn to avoid the crazies any better than we have? 🙂

Nance

13 08 2008
JJ

Power of story! From must-see NBC to CSN&Y:

Teach Your Children

You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye.

Teach your children well,
Their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you’ll know by.

Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

And you, of tender years,
Can’t know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.

[Countermelody —
Can you hear and do you care and
Can’t you see we must be free to
Teach your children what you believe in.
Make a world that we can live in.]

Teach your parents well,
Their children’s hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you’ll know by.

Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.

13 08 2008
Rebecca

“why do we the people think we’re self-governing by electing opaque strangers in the first place, they’re just a grab bag of NAMES!)”

I’m glad someone else thinks so too! We just had local (county) elections; the only names that meant anything to me were the two men running for sheriff (a long standing rivalry in a very visible position) and the county attorney, who was running unconteseted.

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