The Idiocy of Politics

I just read a fantastic article about how multiple candidates in the Republic Presidential Run-off didn’t meet the requirements to be on the Virginia Primary Ballot.

Doing a little digging it looks like this is the first year Virginia is actually verifying signatures collected by Primary candidates.  In previous years anyone who turned in 10,000 signatures that were only supposedly from Virginia citizens were put on the primary ballot.  This year Virginia changed primary law to say that signatures would be have to be verified.  Not a big change, primary candidates were supposed to get valid signatures anyways.

However, aside from Gingrich, who blames his shortfall of signatures on one “paid volunteer” committing fraud, the others don’t seem to have a leg to stand on.  Huntsman, Bachmann, and Santorum never even turned in signatures and a petition to be in the Virginia Primary, and Perry just didn’t have enough signatures.

My favorite part of all this is the candidates are suing to be on the primary ballot.  In their suit they claim they should be on the ballot to save money for the state and party that the lawsuit would entail. Basically, we can’t meet your criteria, criteria you are unfairly enforcing this year (aka – verifying signatures that are supposed to be from Virginian citizens actually are from Virginia citizens), so we will sue to be on the ballot anyways.

Forget state rights, forget following the rules, forget that the State Political Parties create Primary Rules for their Parties (aka – the Virginian Republican party created the primary rules for Republican candidates for the state).  Forget all that.  We didn’t follow the rules set up by our own party in the state, so we’re going to sue to get our way.  By the way you should let us on there to save money we would otherwise force you to use defending these unfair rules.

That certainly does sound American these days.  Not Presidential though.

Candidates Join Perry’s Virginia Lawsuit

New Year’s

Just after midnight Sam starts stirring on the couch.

“Happy New Year’s Honey” I proclaim.

“Cross Back,” she mumbles.

“What?”

“Cross Back,” she says again.

“I don’t understand.”

“Go Backwards.”

“Still lost.”

“Walk Backwards.”

I scoot back from the couch a few feet.  “Oooookay.”

“My throat really hurts,” she says as she sits up a a little.

“I’ll get some water.”

I bring the water back and she drinks a whole bunch before rolling over and falling back asleep.

My girlfriend and her cute delirious rants rock. 🙂

Christmas Awesomeness

I made it home for several days for Christmas this year.  It was awesome.  I don’t know if its just my perception of previous Christmas trips home (to my parents) but this one seemed so much less hectic.  I came away from it very relaxed.

I spent considerable amounts of time with my nephews and my niece.  Considering I only see them twice a year its important for me to get as much time with them as I can.  Rider definitely remembers who I am, and Wyatt spent several hours playing hiding go seek around the house with me.  He also has this weird noise he makes instead of words.  Something of an “aaaaeeeee.” Its pretty adorable.  ‘Wyatt, say uncle A.”  “aaaaaaeeeeeee”  It rocks.  I also played downstairs (in the play area) with Takara.  She insisted on going down the kiddie slide over and over again as I set up two giant teddy bears at the bottom for her to run into.  I was done after about ten times, but Takara kept it up for 30+ times, laughing the whole time.

As usual my family sat down for multiple board and card games.  It is the expected precedent at family gathers, that at some point we’ll sit down for hours of games.

I also saw Reg, Shane, and Kevin (not bad, 3 out of the 5 friends I hung out with regularly in high school).  Reg rocked the Karaoke.  He even came close to hitting the high notes singing songs by the Darkness.

I don’t know what specifically made this trip so relaxing compared to others, but I think, maybe, it was because I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to.  Not that I did much, but there wasn’t any running around, wasn’t any rushed feeling.  There weren’t things I “had to do.”  I came home, played it all by ear, had a particularly relaxing christmas morning and some good times with friends and family.

What more could I ask of in a Christmas Break.

Amtrak

I love traveling home by train. Less hassle than flying, less stressful than driving, cheaper than either (usually) and I can sleep 90% of the way.

However…

This morning I get on the train. As I hand the lady my ticket and say Schenectady she gives a double take and I say “I’m in the right spot right? He (the other conductor) sent me down here.”

“He did what?”

I replied again, “I said Albany first but then immediately corrected myself to say Schenectady and he sent me down here.” In my mind Albany and Schenectady are the same place, regardless he (the other conductor) said “Schenectady down there.”

The second conductors reply is what is bugging. After I tell her this she says “I don’t know why you said that sir,” with a tone in her voice that says she frustrated with me. And then let’s me on the train at her car anyways.

Don’t know what? Why I corrected myself to say Schenectady. If it was such a big deal (and I can understand sorting people by stop) then send me back to other car. The train was early, I sat on it for almost ten minutes before it left the station and only two other people got on the train at my station anyways so it wasn’t busy.

Shit like that is part of the reason Amtrak is a joke in the US. Either it’s not a big deal and you let me sit in this car (which seemed to be the case) or it is a big deal and you ask me to go back to the other car. But making a snide remark is ridiculous.

Anyways, I’m sure I’ll enjoy the rest of the train ride in peace, just a stupid way to start the trip.

FAKE

Sam wants a FAKE Christmas tree.  I’ve repeatedly had to tell her how FAKE Christmas trees are not allowed in my / our apartment.  FAKE Christmas trees are evil.  They pretty much come to life at night and suck all that is good out of your soul.  FAKE Christmas trees were the original inspiration for transformers.

I cannot abide by a FAKE Christmas tree in our apartment.  I told her it was real of nothing.  I want the pine-e-ness of a real tree.  None of that FAKE Plastic Trees (saddest song ever and Sam wants to relate it to our Christmas).  So we are currently looking for potted small Christmas trees that we can put in our bay window.

Sam is anti-murder so she does not want to cut down a tree.  But I’ve seen her rip down a branch from a live tree before (technically that’s maiming not murder).  So its a potted live tree this year, not a cut down tree.  I’m ok with that.  As long as its not FAKE.

Small Christmas

I am trying to do all of my shopping at smaller stores and businesses.  I’ve been scouring Etsy and Kickstarter, looking at local Cleveland businesses, and generally trying to keep my money going into places where I will feel good I spent it there.

Its not easy, but there are tons of options.

In line with my small Christmas ideals this year I am excited to read about a Cleveland Cash Mob.  May have to join some time.