Hype or Hope? The 2006 Election Cycle

Late 60’s slain inspirer-in-chief, Bobby Kennedy, once said “one-fifth of the people are against everything all the time.” Watching the politico witch-hunt commercials of Election 2006, it seems like four-fifths might be more accurate. At a time when news from the Baghdad front is grim and the best that can be said from one of my brave friends stationed over there is that “it is constant ebb and flow here of success and setback. Baghdad has more intensity than Mosul in 2004. There are more people trying to kill you here, but Mosul had deadlier IEDs and more snipers” we are all looking for something to believe in, a ray of hope that the tattered Middle East times and climbing casualty counts are a changin’. Instead, we get TV images of crack-infested inner Baltimore and mentions of the long-past Tailhook scandal with the not-so-secret implied query, “Do you want men with this baggage to be YOUR public servants?”

In the two years TLRG has been serving enquiring minds on-line, I’ve been careful not to discuss my politics much with you. No regailing of my college summers spent at the Republican National Committee, no tales of my politico pavement pounding. Truth be told, I live and work in the swamp of the DC Beltway, a career for which I’ve received much ribbing from my family who rank “those lawyers in Washington” just above toxic sludge. I’d have to disagree. I’ve worked on both sides of the partisan aisle for more than a decade and can tell you that there are some remarkable legislators out there who spend the time that they could be collecting enormous fees on the speaking circuit or being private consultants decked out in the best Brooks Brothers money can buy to instead work on issues of real consequence to the citizens of our country. And they won’t stop until their vision of improvement is achieved. Is it naïve of me to want these stories told? To instead turn on the boob-toob and hear about how the local candidate I elect can make a positive impact on my environment, school or specialty hospital? No more images of slain soldiers, immigrants hustling over the borders or our unspeakable inner cities. We know how we got here but who is going to get us out and how? These are the issues of our times. This is why I go to the polls. I wish Bobby Kennedy were still alive to deliver great oratory and unite us as a nation but unfortunately all we’ll have is the new Emilio Estevez biopic with quasi-moving cameos from every A-List starlet shopping at Kitson.

Bobby when alive emphasized that “few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.” What will you do?

Signed,
TLRG

You Take The Cake

34 of anything is alot, especially when they are gleaming candles on your buttercream frosted birthday cake. Yes, dear readers this LRG turns three decades plus four today but despite the crow’s feet headed to Grand Canyon fissure-land, I have little cause for alarm. My spirit (as well as my teley viewing habits) are still akin to the ‘tween set purusing the PB Teen catalogue. Boho skirts instead of dowdywear, Real World as opposed to Desperate Housewives. When I start pining for re-run episodes of Bonanza, Columbo and Murder She Wrote, just kill me…quickly, don’t bother with the oxygen tube. And speaking of must-see-TV, I confess to a new late-night boob tube addiction, Laguna Beach of Orange County highschooler fame. Watching characters half my age and twice my cup size duke it out over Gucci shoes and hot boys is the tops in mindless voyeurism! I giggle as we follow the triangulated escapades of Kristin/Stephen/LC and wonder, was I ever that whiny and insecure? Were my skirts ever that short? Did my boyfriends and I have those sappy, ridiculous conversations filled with puppy love angst? Probably not because lucky for me, I chose first loves well what with an MIT docta and technical guru cum disco king (IT’s Puff Daddy minus a little of the bling) and have no regrets. You’re still brilliant and hot to trot boys and will always hold a place in my memories (and on the phone…I used to wait for ONE of you for HOURS on call waiting).

Thanks to all those who’ve made today and all of my 34 years special.
Love,
TLRG:redhead:

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