Yawn, stretch. I feel like a fuzzy wuzzy bear coming out of hibernation; after too long blogging fluff and filler (though I must say: all hail Shoe Sunday), I can finally look beyond my immediate circumstances and peer back out into the world. And what a world it is. So much has been happening that I’d need ages to get caught up, so instead of backblogs of the backlog, I’m going to do a few bloglettes, instead.
The new logo the Brits have designed for the 2012 Olympics is . . . well, ridiculous and embarrassing—sorry, many of my favorite people in the world are English, and I myself am an avid Anglophile, but . . .
can you even tell what it is? ‘nuff said.
Dem dat can . . . and Dem dat can’t
Okay, the Democratic field . . . yes, I’ve watched the debates from my death-turned-sick-turned-recovery bed, and oh, what a mess that is. So far, to my mind at least, Hillary Clinton (sans “Rodham”, take that you feminists, me) is the front runner: she’s calm, funny (!), strong, and articulate. Try as they might, the wannabe contenders can’t ruffle her. The three main themes of each campaign thus far are socialized medicine (of a kind), getting out of Iraq, and overturning the tax cut for the rich. Uh-huh. Predictable enough. Obama, surprisingly, has already begun to lose his momentum; I didn’t expect that until late this year or early next, but something went awry over there. Must be his lack of experience, which is wildly apparent in all that he says these days. His wife can’t be helping him, either. John Edwards. He’s still in it for now (largely because of Obama’s falling off and Kerry’s “endorsement” by naming him his running mate last time around, I believe). The rest? Just good fun.
Wrangling the Wrepublicans
Mitt Romney looks like a presidential candidate: handsome, good hair, good bearing. The end. McCain … I like him, but he’s getting clobbered for his support of our current president. Giuliani is still basking in his 9/11 hero glow, as he should, but that will fade to nothing because of his inexperience, stance on abortion, and whatever all else that isn’t important (how many times he’s been married, I mean here, that inexperience is a problem to me. Despite New Yorkers’ insistence to the contrary, there’s a big dif between running that city and running this country/the world). Who do I like over here? McCain. I’d like to see (and sort of expect to see) a Clinton vs. McCain showdown.
Decision of Paris
Okay, so she’s not that Paris, the one deciding the fate of Troy, but she made a similar decision eschewing military glory and wisdom for romantic love (or whatever it is she’s looking for at all those parties and clubs). Wildly rich, very beautiful, and a bit of a flake (in her public personae, at least), Paris Hilton has legions of fans and legions upon legions of detractors.
Frankly, I’m appalled by the whole thing (and hope I don’t lose any of my 360 friends for this one). For this infraction (the driving on a suspended license), anyone else would not have received jail time or if given jail time would be out in a matter of days, especially as the only reason her license hadn’t been reinstated was that California traffic schools are so back-logged that she couldn’t get in for that. Otherwise, she was eligible. Obviously, she was driving illegally. BUT she was not drunk at that time, though she was still on parole. Do I love Paris and think she’s fabulous? Well, no, not so much. I actually think she’s spoiled, famous for being famous, and a bit mean spirited. But we don’t throw people in jail for that (yet).
Treating celebrities like everyone else in our court system is a good cause, one I whole heartedly applaud, but treating them worse because they are celebrities is just wrong. Just as wrong as giving them preferential treatment, in my mind. And can we please not hear about her every move? Breaking into coverage of the G-8 meeting to provide “news” of her release was unforgivable—that is not news. Even if she hung herself in her cell, that should not be considered “breaking news” that would supplant the meeting of the eight countries who “rule the world.”
The Colbear Repore