Slingin' that ol' Mississippi Mud
|Thad Cochran and Chris McDaniel|
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you....
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
I've said on this site many times something that I need to repeat: I miss Molly Ivins More than words can express. She, Jim Hightower, and my cousins (the fabulous Barras Family of Port Arthur) were a constant reminder to me that there are still pockets of reason in the Lonestar State. She once offered up a prayer of thanks to the state of Mississippi:
|Remember this guy?|
Thad Cochran came within an inch of joining Eric Cantor in History's Losers Club. A Tea Partier named Chris McDaniel, an unknown entity who is even more extreme than Cochran (four years ago I would not have thought that possible) challenged Cochran for his senate seat by claiming that the five-term senator just wasn't right-wing enough for the good folks of Mississippi. That unlivable state has something called "cross-filing", which allows Democratic voters to vote in Republican primaries and vice versa. The Democratic voters of Mississippi - damn-near all of whom happen to be African American - were properly horrified at the prospect of someone like McDaniel representing them in Washington. Mr. McDaniel is no relation to Hattie - I'm almost certain of this.
Cochran squeaked by with a mere 7000 vote advantage. McDaniel refuses to concede. He claims that Republican primaries in his beloved Mississippi should not be decided by a buncha goddamn elitist liberals. This is all quite amusing.
Someone said the other day that if McDaniels loses this primary, it will spell "doom" for the GOP. Forgive me for not remembering the name of the person who made that statement. It was one of the few true things that have been said during this entire, tragicomic process. The clock is ticking for "the party of Abraham Lincoln". They are decades past the point where a good housecleaning might have saved them from their inevitable fate. It's too late for any of that now. The clown car is on fire, spiraling into the abyss. It's such a funny thing to behold. It really is!
For my purposes, a McDaniel victory would have been the icing on the cake - but then again, I don't live in Mississippi (as I'm sure you've figured out by now); I won't be effected one way or the other by whomever ends up winning the booby prize. I can't blame the black citizens of that shit-hole of magnolia for doing whatever humanly possible to sabotage the McDaniel campaign. Who could blame them? These knuckleheads in the party of Tea want to bring us back to the days of Jim Crow. This is not merely my opinion - this is a statement of purpose that has been made by enough of them to make a person with dark skin nervous as hell.
One seventy-three year old black man, identified only as "Wilkie" (he was probably named after the 1940 GOP nominee - there used to be black Republicans way down South) was quoted this morning in Gail Collins' New York Times column saying, "First time in my life I ever voted in a Republican primary." He's no fool. It was an act of survival on Wilkie's part, I'm sure. I'm certain that not too many Jews voted for Hitler in 1932. That's not an unfair comparison either. Although at that early point no one could have foreseen the Holocaust that was coming, Adolf's vicious antisemitism was a matter of record. So it is with the overt racism of more-than-a-few "spokespersons" within the Tea Party.
How can it be that a fool such as McDaniels should come as close as he came to winning a primary for the United States senate? What is it about the people in that miserable place that they are unable to grasp the fact that the most right wing state in the union (as Mississippi surely is) is also the poorest? What the hell is the matter with them?
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud....
This is - without a doubt - the most interesting of times to be alive. All I can say for sure is that the next two-and-a-half years are going to be many things. "Boring" is not one of them. My glee notwithstanding, put into it's proper, historical context, the ideological demise of the party that used to be the home of Lincoln, Eisenhower and Teddy Roosevelt is a sad thing to watch. As an amateur historian, I say that in all seriousness....
Then again, we all gotta go sometime. Cheers!
|Dr. John J. Dermigny|
Please forgive the slight lull in postings. I fell down a flight of stairs on Sunday evening and banged my face up pretty good. A Special thank you to my doctor-in-law, Dr. Jack Dermigny (and nephew Pete) for bringing me to his office in the middle of the night and stitching me up. He is a conservative Republican. How's that for dedication? He does indeed adhere to the Hippocratic oath!
By the way, recently Jack was made head of the residency program at Orange Regional Medical Center in Middletown, NY. And to think that I knew him when!
Tchaikovsky: A Quest for the Inner Man
by Alexander Posnansky
If you're as infatuated with the music of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky as I most definitely am, you might want to read this book. Then again, you might not. There is such a thing as "too much information" and that appears to be what I'm getting from this otherwise fine biography. Tchaikovsky was, in many ways, a good man. The problem is that he was not always an admirable one in many respects. That he was a troubled, tortured soul there is no doubt. I'll spare you the details. See for yourself if you insist.
by Peter Ilyitch Tchaikovsky
from Symphony No. 5
Still, whatever my misgivings toward Tchaikovsky the man (Hey, who's perfect?) his music never fails to send me into the clouds. This particular piece, Adante Cantabile, is a particular favorite of mine. In the 1930's it was turned into a big band hit in America and retitled "Moon Love" - which is kind of nice in a way. The melody invokes an enchanting, moonlit setting in my mind.
Cha! Cha! Cha!