What really matters

by dixie

I’ve followed Ravelry drama much more closely than the election this year, with a few exceptions for really brilliant election moments. There’s a joke whispering around Ravelry about how Casey (the code monkey half of the husband/wife team behind the entire site) should run for President. I have to say after watching the guy do everything right (at least, what I would consider to be “right”) for nearly a year, it’s a lot more fun to watch him work than the Democratic candidates.

Then I read this.

When Obama goes to a church infused with James Cone-style liberation theology, when he makes ill-informed comments about working-class voters, when he bowls a 37 for crying out loud, voters are going to wonder if he’s one of them.

Dear God no, we simply can’t have a President who can’t bowl. How ever will he relate to me with a score like that?

So many people complain about how voters in America don’t consider the really important things when deciding who to vote for. With national newspapers printing things like that, it’s easy to see. I’ll never have a conversation with Obama, and I don’t have time to dig up details about his life and decisions that aren’t already uncovered. Who does this uncovering? The apparently brain-dead media.

Sheesh.

I’m also heartily sick of hearing about Rev. Wright and how awful it is that Obama attends a racist church. It boggles the mind that going to the wrong church can be as politically damaging as not going to church. I’m impressed that no one has mentioned Wright’s voluntary military service (he left college to join the Marines) or his time served on the White House medical team.

Even my favo(u)rite media outlets seem to have confused priorities. Considering there is no way I can personally make an impact on the Democratic nomination at this point, I think I’m going to crawl back into my subterranean hole and run some jobs, to emerge for the Democratic National Convention. I have a high threshold of absurdity tolerance, but this is testing even me.