Oh Sh*t!

I was finally about to shut down the computer and go take the dog for a run when I realized today is November 1st and therefore, the first day of NaBloPoMo! Despite sounding like I'm not going to offer poor people fellatio anymore, NaBloPoMo for the uninitiated actually stands for National Blog Posting Month. Which is November. By joining NaBloPoMo, I pledge to write at least one blog post per day for the month of November. Fortunately, there are no requirements as to the quality of the blog posts... Especially since I don't have an idea for today.

Oh wait, I forgot! I do have a guest rant from a good friend of mine that I can share with all of you. His email helps express some of my frustration with this election campaign and with the intolerance and lack of compassion that I see day in and day out with many (supposed) Christians. I dated a born again Christian who once said, "Christians are the worst thing that ever happened to Christianity" and his words were never more true than the last few months. The level of hatred I've seen has done nothing but sadden me and make me wonder if we as a country will ever recover -- regardless of who wins this election. I'd like to say it's been the exclusive domain of the Republicans, but I have some Democrat friends up north who could give the worst of the Right a run for their money where anger and insults are concerned. We will never reach our full potential as human beings if we are unable or unwilling to consider and understand each other's point of view. It doesn't mean we have to agree, but at least be respectful enough to consider that you do not know everything and do not have all the answers. Be open to the fact that other people are led by their experiences or how they were taught and be flexible enough to consider changing your mind on occasion. Having said all that, I know two absolute truths: oppression will never prevail and The Golden Rule (do unto others...) always will.

Without further ado, an anonymous guest editorial:

"Regardless of what Mrs. Schmidt says, or what Steve was like in high school, I can not believe that he is a decent guy. Anyone who works as a high-level, behind the scenes, political operative for the REPUBLICANS is, by definition, a bastard child of Satan. I believe that with all of my heart. Republicans, in general, are NOT nice people. They might put on a nice front, but they are NOT nice people. I also believe that 99% of those who are strongly against Obama have a racial element to their dislike. When they are around you or me, they will play nice. When they are among other like-minded individuals, they drop the front and let the ignorance flow freely with liberal (a touch of irony) use of racial epithets.

Conservative people are more likely to ponder, "What would Jesus do" than perhaps, oh, you or me. Sorry - I shouldn't drag you into hell with me, so let's just leave that as "me." But I wonder, what would Jesus say about something like health care?

-"Hey - you want health care? How about getting an education, get a good job. Don't expect other hard working Americans to cover your lazy ass!"

or

-"You should care for each other. Period."

What would he think about, oh, gay marriage?

-"It is a sin for two people who love and are committed to each other to share that bond - BURN IN HELL!"

or

-"You should care for each other."

Sorry - I am getting off on a tangent. (Kind of funny when the heathen seem to be closer to the spirit of their Lord than they are, huh?)"

OK, I'm back. And yes, I realize these are all generalizations. I hope that there are some Republicans out there who don't fit into these stereotypes. But when I repeatedly see people acting selfishly and somehow turning taxes -- which pay for our schools, police, firemen, EMS, roads, social services, my job!, etc. -- into charges of socialism, I have to just shake my head and wonder how on earth those people can live with themselves.

And now, your Daily Moment of Schmidt:

22 Oct 2008 08:09 am

Will Anyone Hire Steve Schmidt Again?

He's a man who makes even Karl "Durable Majority" Rove look smart. Robert Draper's forthcoming campaign piece apparently has the following nugget:

The decision [to pick Palin] may have been even more impulsive than initially thought. Gov. Sarah Palin, who had never been on the VP shortlist, was advanced at the last minute by Schmidt and Rick Davis, and was picked after a less-than-hour-long chat in with McCain at his ranch in Arizona.

From what I hear, the Palin selection was completely last-second stuff. Utterly unvetted. Utterly reckless. McCain was intent on Lieberman until the very last moment. If you want a commander-in-chief who will make vital decisions at the last minute, on impulse, according purely to polls and electoral tactics, against his own judgment and deferring to Rovian hacks: vote for McCain.

He's George W. Bush, without the prudence and caution.

~Andrew Sullivan, The Atlantic

Hi Mrs. Schmidt!

The Review is In!

Clearly this young lady has great intelligence and taste! I received a Facebook friend request earlier with the following message attached: "You don't have to add me but somehow I stumbled [upon] your blog and think you are HYSTERICAL!!!!!"

Let's just bask in that for a second, shall we?







Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh......... I'm warm and fuzzy in a cold, drafty house. Bless you, dear girl. With you, that brings the total number of folks who find my blog hysterical up to 2, so of course I will accept your friend request!

And what a nice little motivator for the upcoming NaBloPoMo. Yes, that's right, National Blog Posting Month is just days away! I've been resting up for the challenge to write one blog per day for the entire month of November. I can't wait to dig up some more embarrassing stories! And now that I've recently reconnected with so many long lost friends, I can delve into their embarrassments for material as well! I'm sure they're all very happy about that. I actually had one friend in the past who said of my writing ambition, "If you ever write about me or my family, I'll kill you." It was a very effective deterrent, as this is the first time -- and the last time -- I will ever mention her or her family.

And now, your Daily Moment of Schmidt:



"Steve Schmidt is 38, bald and brawny, with a nasal, deadpan voice and a relentless stare. He is also a devoted husband and father of two young children, introspective and boyishly vulnerable for someone of such imposing stature. On mornings, he can be seen standing outside the McCain campaign headquarters in Arlington, Va., smoking a cigarette while he scowls at his BlackBerry." ~NY Times Magazine, 10/22/08

Hi Mrs. Schmidt!

The End??

Son of a gun, it's the last day of November! Hence, the end of National Blog Posting Month. I have to say, I have mixed feelings about this. For the most part, I really did like having an excuse to write every day. Most of the posts seemed almost effortless when I thought of a topic and I enjoyed the chance to air out some stories and participate in some word play. However, there were days, most notably yesterday, when I had absolutey nothing to say. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your view!) those days were few and far between.

I was surprised to discover that I'm much more private than I ever would have thought. Most of the pieces were not serious, as I discovered I didn't really want to delve deep into my psyche in public. I've been double-posting these blogs on my Myspace page and knowing my audience over there limited much of what I was willing to divulge. Part of me would like that to change because I'd like to write my way through different feelings and emotions, not only for myself but for others who may take something away from it. I've thoroughly enjoyed the comments my MS buddies have left me (and the ones Gloria and Monica have left here) and am curious what everyone would have to say if I explored more serious topics. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

I would like to keep this going. Alas, I'm having surgery on my arm on Tuesday and may be out of commission for a while. Not sure how efficiently I can type with just my left arm!

So, I think I should go out with a bang. Not in this post, but in the one that follows. Think of it as the last ten minutes of a fireworks display.

And thank you dear readers, whoever you are, for reading my unsolicited words and views. I greatly appreciate it!