Ben Ray Lujan among the most far left in Congress

Today my NMI column discusses northern New Mexico’s Congressman, Ben Ray Lujan, was one of a small House minority voting against an amendment to prevent federal money being used to employ illegal aliens. The issue was such a no-brainer that the Democrat-controlled House voted 349-84 in favor of the amendment, with both other New Mexico Democrats (Martin Heinrich and Harry Teague) voting yes.

And what about my fellow New Mexicans, Ben Ray’s constituents? Why, they were too busy watching Michael Jackson retrospectives on TV to care.

Jon & Kate & Barack & Manuel

I promised a Jon & Kate post today, but I had to write my NMI column, so I didn’t get around to finishing it. The rest of the day was taken up with kids, kids, kids, all the time kids. I’m ready to collapse. Jon & Kate will have to wait.

Other random thoughts — why is a stolen Iranian election “six of one, half dozen of the other,” no big deal, but when the Honduran military acts in support of the country’s own supreme court to prevent a would-be tyrant from usurping power unconstitutionally, that’s something for President Obama to be enraged about?

Okay, that was my only random thought, actually. I really am tired.

Celebrity culture

Yesterday I was writing about Mark Sanford when practically everyone else in the world was writing, talking and at times crying about Michael Jackson. I wonder what infinitesimal percentage of Americans is like me in finding politicians more interesting than celebrities. Today, in order that my readers can be reassured that I’m not a completely hopeless geek, I’m going to take a break from writing about politicians and write about celebrities instead.

It really is bizarre how celebrities die in threes. And the three who died this week all mark in different ways the passing of my youth. Ed McMahon and Johnny Carson were a fixture of TV during my childhood and young adulthood, and the end of their late night reign marked the end of an age of pop culture innocence. The post-Carson-McMahon years have seen a steady coarsening of late night TV talk. I wonder if Ed McMahon watched Jon Stewart and the rest, or whether it was too depressing for him, a reminder that his own kinder, gentler era of comedy was dead and buried.

Of Farrah Fawcett I have little to say, beyond that I watched Charlie’s Angels just like every other girl in junior high, and that glorious mane of hers gave my teenage self a mild inferiority complex, since my hair just never would even remotely do what hers did. She was a good actress with bad taste in men, and to my knowledge never joined the parade of Hollywood ignorami lecturing her fellow citizens about politics. From what little I know about her, her life was hardly idyllic, but wasn’t as awful as the lives of many other tormented souls who’ve been chewed up and spit out by the beast that is Hollywood.

Speaking of tormented souls, Farrah’s death was bumped from the headlines almost immediately by the news that Michael Jackson had given up the ghost. When I was a child, the Jackson Five were huge, and it saddens me that a cute, tremendously talented little boy I used to watch sing and dance with his older brothers grew up into a freakish hermit and alleged pedophile rapist. I say “alleged” because Jackson was never actually convicted of molesting any of the numerous children with whom he had unorthodox “friendships” over the years. Celebrities (O.J. Simpson, Robert Blake, etc.) are notoriously hard to convict, and before his final descent into madness and bankruptcy, Michael Jackson had enough money to pay off an army of parental accusers. Given what any reasonable person must conclude about Jackson’s past relations with young children, the outpouring of love for him now amazes me. Yes, he was a talented singer and dancer. Extremely talented. No argument from me on that. But I find it deeply disturbing that so many people are willing to shrug and say, “Oh, well,” about his alleged crimes just because he could sing and dance like nobody’s business, and they have nostalgic memories of watching the premiere of the “Thriller” video with their friends.

Our society has such a love affair with celebrities that we even turn parasitic losers who feed off celebrities into celebrities. I speak, in case you can’t guess, of Perez Hilton. I don’t read Perez Hilton’s blog (you’re not really surprised, are you?) but I do get the RSS feed for Andrew Breitbart’s Big Hollywood, where I very much enjoyed Ben Shapiro’s mercilessly funny exegesis of Hilton’s latest effusion of narcissism. I’m not going to write much about Hilton, a.k.a. Mario Lavandeira, because (a) I can’t top Shapiro, and (b) I think Hilton/Lavandeira is a wretchedly unhappy and troubled young man who is so vicious to others because he’s consumed with self-hatred.

Jon and Kate Gosselin are celebrities of more recent vintage, and I’ve actually blogged about them before (here , here and here). But this post is long enough already, so I’m going to save the Jon and Kate material for tomorrow’s entry. Stay tuned.

Isn’t it romantic

William Saletin at Slate is a lone voice crying out in the wilderness in support of Mark Sanford. Saletin quotes the meae culpae of Bill Clinton, John Edwards and John Ensign, each of whom followed “the first rule of adultery redemption: minimize the affair” by blaming errors in judgment and speaking of his wife as the only woman who meant anything to him. These he contrasts unfavorably with the confession of that romantic devil Mark Sanford:

I think he loved this other woman. I think he still does. And he won’t belittle or renounce that love because it was, and is, something real.

I feel awful for Sanford’s wife and kids. But compared with all the cheaters who have gone before him, I don’t think less of him for genuinely loving the other woman or for admitting it. It beats the hell out of seducing somebody, kicking her to the curb, and pretending she was nothing to you—or really meaning it.

He wasn’t just having a meaningless fling. He really loves her. Well, gosh, that makes it all okay, I guess. Turns out betraying his wife, the mother of his four young sons, is actually quite romantic.

The problem is, a married man isn’t supposed to be forming deep, meaningful friendships with women that can turn into something special and romantic. A married man is supposed to keep his damn distance from women he could be attracted to.

I’m not saying married people can’t have business associates or even friends of the opposite sex, but I am saying they shouldn’t have close, intimate friends of the opposite sex. The kind of friends you e-mail or text several times a day — every day. The kind of friends who become the first person you want to talk to when something important happens in your life. That kind of friends.

As far as throwing the other woman under the bus, well, doesn’t that go with the territory of being a home-wrecking slut? Smart women know that most of the time, the married guy runs back to wifey when he gets caught cheating. Once in a while the home-wrecker rolls the dice and gets lucky, and the guy actually leaves his wife and marries her, but most of the time she ends up like Monica Lewinsky — used, discarded and humiliated while the powerful man she fell for picks up the pieces of his life and tries to pretend she never existed.

Apparently Mark Sanford is a more sensitive guy than Bill Clinton, and Maria Belen Chapur is luckier than Monica Lewinsky. His bizarre disappearance wasn’t just your run of the mill, south of the equator booty call.

I realize I sound hopelessly cynical, but that’s because I’ve been studying politics and politicians for my entire adult life. My undergraduate major was political science, and I got my first taste of politicians’ sexual mores on a college trip to Sacramento to see California politics up close and personal. Real personal, if you get my drift. No, I didn’t have sex with any of them, but not for lack of a couple of them trying. A few years later, I was propositioned by a sitting governor in a Lake Tahoe casino. I won’t say which one, but he’s doing prison time now (lucky I turned him down) so that narrows it down if you’re curious.

I’ve written before about how money and power are inextricably entangled, and the same is true for money and sex — and power and sex. Especially power and sex. The sad fact is, women are turned on by powerful men. God only knows how men women Jack Kennedy and Bill Clinton slept with during their political careers. If Barack Obama wanted to, he could have a different woman every night of the week. The aphrodisiac of power means that even presidents who look like Lyndon Johnson can get laid, but a young president with pecs like that? Contemplating President Obama’s options must make Bill Clinton almost apoplectic with envy.

I don’t mean to imply, however, that I think President Obama has been unfaithful to his wife. Frankly, I’d be surprised to learn that he had. He’s one cool, careful customer — a man who appears to be driven more by the lust for power than the lust for women. His wife is so popular, his daughters so adorable, that an extramarital affair would cost him far more in squandered political capital than any momentary pleasure could be worth.

Does Mark Sanford wonder now if his Maria is worth it? Worth losing what looked like a pretty good shot at that brass ring in 2012? Sex and power, power or sex. It must have driven him half mad this past year. Part of me almost feels sorry for him.

I said almost. Because, you see, I’m a wife and mother of four, just like Jenny Sanford. So you’ll understand if I can’t quite manage to find anything about this affair even remotely romantic.

Governor TMI

Just watched Mark Sanford run on at the mouth about his extramarital affair. If that guy said one more time that he met his Argentine lady friend 8 years ago I think my head would have exploded. It was like he just couldn’t stop talking, as though if he stopped talking for a moment he’d actually have to think about what he’d done to his family, his party and his political future. Thinking (with the big head, anyway) isn’t something Mr. Sanford’s been doing a lot of lately.

Remember when politicians used to resign when they got caught with their trousers down? In a post-Clinton world, resignation is no longer automatic. It doesn’t even seem to be an option with most of these guys. Even Larry Craig, whose scandal trumped all the others in sordidness, didn’t resign. If Larry Craig can try to salvage his career after soliciting a tawdry homosexual act in a filthy public restroom, I suppose Mark Sanford can try to salvage his after his “meaningful friendship” turned into hot sex and then he tearfully and repetitively spilled his guts about it at a press conference.

Okay, now let’s go see what some of my fellow bloggers are saying. The Anchoress wants Sanford to stop crying in Argentina. Michelle Malkin compares the “jerkitude” of Sanford to the dignity his wife has shown during this whole sordid mess. Smitty at The Other McCain thinks it’s just a distraction. Rod Dreher is partaking in the TMI-fest by publishing excerpts from the Governor’s lovey-dovey e-mails. Ace has a slightly different take than other reactions I’ve seen.

So, is 2012 off the table for the oh-so-sensitive Mr. Sanford? I guess in the post-Clinton world anything’s possible, but I’ll be endorsing someone who shows a bit more self control with respect to keeping things zipped — both his lips when it comes to confessional press conferences, and other things.

Let them read the Constitution

My NMI column this week isi a response to last week’s piece on socialized medicine, which generated over 100 comments, breaking the NMI record. The comment war on today’s column has already begun.

Guest blogging today

It’s been quite a while since I’ve done a guest blog, but today I’m doing one for MIT Mommy, who is off on a rustic three-week holiday with her family, with no internet access. Could I survive? Could you? Our society’s dependence on technology, and whether this is a good or bad thing, is the subject of my guest blog.

Prayers for Jane

What I went through with Portia is nothing compared to what Patrick and Cathleen are going through now with their daughter Jane. My heart breaks for them. Please say a prayer.

Angry leftists help right wing nut job break record

My editor at NMI tells me I’ve broken their record for comments — 100 so far on my health care column. Many of these, naturally, are from leftists insulting me, telling me I have no idea what I’m talking about, that there are no facts or evidence in the column (um, it’s an opinion piece, not news reporting), that they hope I never (read: hope I do) have a terrible health crisis in my family that will make me realize the tragic error of my wicked, wicked ways.

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera (as the King of Siam used to say).

Nobody’s called me a right wing nut job so far this time, or if they have, my editor removed the comments before I saw them. Someone did liken me to Marie Antoinette, however. Let’s just hope that once the leftists get their way on socialized medicine, gay marriage, salary caps for private companies and the rest of their agenda, they don’t try to bring back the guillotine.

Update
: I’m usually much better with titles than this. Realized after the fact that this one should have been called “Let them eat green chile.”

The Cathedral

Some recent pictures of my (not so) humble parish church now that the exterior scaffolding has come down, revealing a freshly scrubbed facade. The scaffolding is still up inside, where the new paint job is about three quarters done, and the difference between the “before” and “after” parts is really striking.

Health care is broken but the government can’t fix it

This week’s NM Independent column. It’s already been up long enough for teenage commenters to begin calling me ignorant.

Bookworm summer

It’s summer so we’re on vacation from homeschooling, so I should have more time to blog, not less, right? Somehow it hasn’t worked out that way.

Seems like I spend half the day writing down book titles in reading log books. My eldest two daughters signed up for the summer reading program at our public library, and in the first week filled up the log book that was supposed to last all summer.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m thrilled to death they’re reading. I just kind of wish it wasn’t mostly Scooby Doo and Berenstain Bears and Arthur books that they finish in five minutes and come running to me demanding I write the titles in the log. It also amazes me that a few stickers and cheesy prizes could inspire so much literacy that they’ve practically forgotten about SpongeBob and all the other horrid cartoons they usually want to watch.

See? Evil right wingers do like some government institutions.

Because hot conservative women have to stick together

Because I know Dave Maass reallly, really misses reading my thoughts on Sarah Palin:

I’m a little puzzled as to why people are demanding David Letterman apologize for making a joke about Sarah Palin’s 14-year-old daughter getting knocked up by Alex “A-Rod” Rodriguez.

Are there really people who still don’t understand that making lewd jokes about the young daughters of politicians is only inappropriate when the politicians are Democrats? Don’t they know that Republicans are so foul, so depraved, so dedicated to keeping down the downtrodden that all’s fair in the campaign to make them look ridiculous? And don’t they realize that, as horrible as Republicans are in general, Sarah “Slutty Flight Attendant” Palin is so evil, so vicious, so ignorant, so bigoted, so racist, so utterly subhuman that it’s positively patriotic to mock her, and given her extraordinary loathsomeness, that her minor children are fair game, too?

Update: Apparently, my sarcasm was lost on some readers, who actually thought I was insulting Palin in this post rather than defending her. Good grief. Click on her name in the tag cloud at right at catch a clue, folks.

Other blog reactions:

John Nolte offers his own Top Ten List, which is pretty clever.

Ace notes that Letterman:

“knocked up” his long-term live-in girlfriend accidentally. And that he did not marry his babymama for six years or so…I don’t really get it. Why is a 17 year old girl to be ridiculed for the same carelessness the 122 year old decrepit fossil David Letterman exhibited?

More from Lileks, Anchoress, Little Miss Attila, Malkin. Nothing yet from McCain (not the senator with the daughter it became very cool to make fun of for being, among other things, fat the minute her dad stopped being a bipartisan maverick and became the GOP presidential candidate) because he’s too busy thinking about who The 15 Hottest Conservative Women in the New Media are.

Ahem. I think someone is missing, don’t you?

How did I become a soccer mom?

There are cleats and shin-guards and absurdly long socks all over my house. I am driving three different children to three different practices at two different parks on three different days, and trying to fit meals and swimming lessons and all the rest in somehow. Wake me up and tell me I’ve been dreaming. Please.

I never wanted my kids to play soccer. I don’t like soccer. I briefly dated a soccer player in high school, but thankfully not long enough to have to feign an interest in the game.

So why are they playing? My husband wanted them to. For years I resisted, but finally he wore me down, as he always does, so here I am. A soccer mom.

The other day at Tessie’s practice, I found myself absurdly proud of how she could dribble (I had no idea they called it that, thought dribbling was only in basketball) the ball faster and farther than any of the other kids. I was happy for her because their uniforms are blue, her favorite color.

I suppose the next thing will be learning all the rest of the ridiculous soccer jargon and actually being able to understand how the stupid game is played. The things we do for our kids.

And I thought c-section recovery was bad.

When murder isn’t murder at all

Last month, a Santa Fe man killed his girlfriend Sarah Lovato, their unborn child, and Lovato’s father. Even though the baby was full term, due any day, and he shot his girlfriend in the belly multiple times, Mariano Leyba, Jr., can’t be charged with the baby’s murder, because the baby wasn’t a human being, you see. At least in New Mexico. Read the rest of the story in my New Mexico Independent column.

Belated blog anniversary

I missed it! I can’t believe I actually missed my own blog anniversary. My first post was May 19, 2008. I remember four days later, during a busy week when I had houseguests, and started writing this post, but never finished it.

I haven’t been finishing much lately. Only the necessary things. And the blog isn’t necessary. Or lucrative, since I don’t run ads (someday, maybe, if I ever have time to research how it’s done) and don’t have a tip jar (which some people have told me I should, but I just can’t bring myself to do it). Then again, it did get me a columnist job at the New Mexico Independent, which doesn’t exactly pay enough for me to quit my day job (oh yeah, my day job doesn’t pay either) but at least it pays for the bandwidth.

In my first post (which, I have to admit, sounds a little stuffy now) I asked whether the world really needed a new blog, and concluded that it didn’t, but that I was going to start one anyway. At the time, a friend told me I ought to start two blogs, one personal and one political. I thought about it, since her point had merit. A lot of people who like my personal posts are probably turned off by my politics, and some readers who enjoy the political posts are probably bored by the ones about my kids and the minutiae of a semi-suburban, semi-rural housewife’s life.

But so what? If they don’t want to read it, they don’t have to. And even if I did write a purely political blog, it would never in a million years be one of the big ones. As Michelle Malkin said in a profile of five prominent women bloggers about how to succeed in the blogosphere,

it takes a work ethic. You’re not going to be successful if you only post 2 or 3 times a day…

I will never be successful on the scale that Malkin is because the idea of only posting 2 or 3 times a day at this point in my life is nothing short of ludicrous. I don’t even post once a day. The past month or so, I’m lucky if I post three times a week. I just can’t sit and post for several hours a day, every day, rain or shine, sick kids or well. I’m not Michelle Malkin, who has two kids who go to school, and probably a nanny as well. I’m a homeschooling mother of four who likes to cook everything from scratch and read to my kids and take on stupid projects I ought to be smart enough to leave alone.

Considering my recent lack of consistent posting, I was pretty amazed today when my stat program reported over 1400 hits so far today. The really amazing thing to me is that my total hits during the past year (I installed the stat program in June 2008, a couple of weeks after I began the blog) have been…drumroll, please…245,979.  That’s almost a quarter of a million!

And that’s without following The Other McCain’s rules for How to Get a Million Hits on your Blog in Less than a Year.  Who has the time?  Not I, obviously.  And anyway, even if I could get a million hits, I don’t know how to make the statistics appear on the blog itself, the way they do with SiteMeter, but will try to figure it out.  If I find the time (ha!).  I could just sign up with SiteMeter, but don’t really want to start the counter from zero at this point.  Vanity of vanites.  All is vanity.

And now the baby’s crying and I have to go.  As usual.

Goode show

Mike Judge is a comic genius. I got more good laughs out of King of the Hill than just about any recent show with the exception of South Park. And now — oh, happy day! — Judge has a new show out, The Goode Family.

The Goodes, a family whose extreme political correctness provides much of the show’s comic fodder, don’t have much in common with the conservative, blue collar Hills, but there are similarities between the two families. Mrs. Goode is, like Peggy Hill, the butt of far more jokes than her husband. This, I suppose, would lead feminists to label Judge a misogynist, but I think it’s just because as a guy, he identifies more with guys, and this makes him give a little more common sense and humanity to his lead male characters.

The show premiered last Wednesday, but I didn’t hear about it until Friday, so I watched it on Hulu. I had heard it lampooned leftists, but as Mike Judge is no dummy, there were a few barbs at the far right thrown in to season the mix.

The show is hilarious. Go watch it.

Selfishness as social policy

My NMI column today explores how a Santa Fe elementary school’s reprieve from closure — thanks to Governor Bill Richardson’s spreading around some of the New Mexico taxpayers’ wealth — illustrates a very big problem in American society as a whole.

Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court

A few weeks ago, I predicted that President Obama’s Supreme Court nominee would definitely be a solid liberal, and would probably be a female Hispanic.

I also promised that I would not pillory the nominee. And I won’t. Because there is no point. Judge Sotomayor will be confirmed. If some skeleton is found in her closet and she has to withdraw, President Obama’s next nominee will be just as liberal, just as dedicated to justice on behalf of groups and categories rather than individuals, and that person will be confirmed.

As the President reminded his Republican opponents not long after the election, “We won.” The “and you lost so shut up and let us run the country the way we want” remained unspoken, but we got the idea.

They did win. So now he gets to pick the Supreme Court justices and the Democratic majority in the Senate gets to confirm them. I accept that. I think conservatives who are calling for battle lines to be drawn are choosing the wrong battle. This one can’t be won.

But that doesn’t mean that I like Judge Sotomayor’s judicial philosophy. I find her ruling in the Frank Ricci case deeply disturbing. As summed up by David Paul Kuhn at Real Clear Politics, the particulars of the case are as follows:

In 2003, the New Haven fire department had several vacancies for new lieutenants and captains. Candidates for promotion had to take a written and oral test. Candidates had three months to prepare. Ricci gave up a second job to study. Because he is dyslexic, Ricci paid an acquaintance more than $1,000 to read textbooks onto audiotapes. He studied 8 to 13 hours a day. And he succeeded. Ricci’s exam ranked sixth among the 77 candidates who took the test.

But New Haven’s civil service board ruled that not enough minorities earned a qualifying score. The city is more than a third black. None of the 19 African-American firefighters who took the exam earned a sufficient score. The city tossed out the exam. No promotions were given. Ricci and 17 other white firefighters, including one Hispanic, sued New Haven for discrimination.

In 2006, a Federal District Court ruled that the city had not discriminated against the white firefighters. Judge Janet Bond Arterton argued that since “the result was the same for all because the test results were discarded and nobody was promoted,” no harm was done.

But in reality, the decision meant that Ricci and other qualified candidates were denied promotions because of the color of their skin. This is the essence of discrimination. The exclusion of a person from earned advancement because of his or her race. The Ricci case exemplifies decades of faulty policy that mistook equal opportunity for equal outcome.

When the case came before the three-judge panel of the New York federal appeals court, Arterton’s ruling was upheld in an unsigned and, as the New York Times described it, “unusually terse decision.” One of the judges who upheld the ruling was Sotomayor.

This case lays out as starkly as possible the difference between liberal and conservative philosophies. Conservatives believe in equality of opportunity while liberals believe in equality of result. Conservatives believe that justice should be color-blind while liberals believe that white men today ought to pay for the privilege that white men had in the past — even if those white men today happen to be the sons and grandsons of working-class immigrants rather than the sons and grandsons of the privileged. Conservatives believe the law ought to treat people as individuals while liberals believe the law ought to treat them as members of groups classified by ethnicity, sex, and sexual orientation.

I am not calling for a filibuster to stop the confirmation of Sonia Sotomayor. What would be the point? They won [and we lost so get over it]. The next justice is going to be a liberal who believes in the equality of outcome and different standards of justice for people based on their race and sex. So what difference does it make whether it’s Sonia Sotomayor or someone else who thinks just like she does?

The best government your money can buy

My New Mexico Independent column today is partly a rehash of this post on the Block scandal, but goes farther in meditating on the differences between our purportedly enlightened system and that of the Roman Republic, where the linkage between money and power was straightforward and uncomplicated.

Family portraits, New Mexico Democrat style

Father and son mug shots. That’s something you don’t see every day. Forgive the Schadenfreude. Normally I’m such a nice lady, but today I just can’t seem to help myself.

The story in the online New Mexican only has the picture of Jerome Block père. Such a pity. The one of Jerome Block fils (today’s front page of the print version featured both) is even better — from a Schadenfreude point of view, that is. Oh, wait. Joe Monahan has it.

Updated:

I realized after writing the above that it sounds as though I simply don’t like Jerome Block and his father, and am taking pleasure in their misfortune. I don’t dislike Block because he’s a product of nepotism, or because he got drunk and urinated in public as a callow youth, or even because he’s an elitist.

In truth, what bothers me the most about the Block case has nothing to do with the Blocks themselves, either one of them. It has to do with our — the taxpayers of New Mexico — money.

New Mexico has public financing of state elections. This means that Jerome Block, Jr., an uninspiring candidate by all accounts — and one who nearly lost to a Green Party opponent in a County where Democrats pretty much never lose to anybody of any party — got to run for and win a cushy government job on our dime, when he wouldn’t have had a prayer of doing it if he’d had to raise his own campaign funds.

The amount Block is accused of embezzling is paltry, but because it is our tax dollars — extracted from us by governmental force — rather than campaign contributions freely given by donors who believed in Block’s candidacy, the alleged theft is doubly significant.

In truth, the few thousand dollars Jerome Block allegedly stole from the taxpayers is far less significant than the millions of dollars New Mexico extracts — with perfect legality — from the taxpayers to fund candidates like Block in elections all over the state. That is the theft we should be angry about.

The penny-ante larceny of which Jerome Block, Jr., is accused is small potatoes when compared with the great, hulking pork roast that is the public financing of campaigns. And yet it’s Block’s downfall that makes headlines and attracts public outrage.

What makes me angry and ashamed is that I almost fell for it myself. Last night I wrote that post about the Blocks, father and son, and focused on exactly what the media — complicit in the outrageous theft that is publicly financed campaigns — wanted me to. Look how the mighty have fallen. Ha-ha. Look at the once-powerful fat cats in their prison garb. Boy, they got what they deserve. Look how the system works.

The system doesn’t work. The system steals from all of us so that any Tom, Dick, Harry or Jerome can run for office without the support of enough people to pay for their campaigns. This is wrong. This is embezzlement on a statewide scale. And the sad, sick thing is that it is completely, perfectly, 100% legal.

And why is it legal? Because we, the citizens of New Mexico, are either too stupid or too lazy to do anything about it. And as long as we remain stupid and lazy, we are going to be robbed blind by the political classes that consider our money public property. And we will deserve it.

Marco Rubio and the Reagan Revolution

The GOP is not dead. It’s not a damaged brand. It’s taken a hit, but it’s not down for the count, despite the liberal media’s attempts to convince us it is. And when I see passionate, articulate young men like Marco Rubio of Florida on our team, I am content to ignore all the hand-wringing by David Frum and company, all the mockery by Stephen Colbert and company, all the GOP, RIP pronouncements by Markos Moulitsas and company, and smile.

John McCain has endorsed Charlie Crist over Marco Rubio in the Florida senate race. This comes as no surprise. McCain is a moderate and Crist is a moderate. McCain is part of the old-guard party elite and Crist is a sitting governor. You don’t endorse some kid from nowhere over a guy who’s paid his dues, don’t you know. It’s just not sportsmanlike. And we see where being sportsmanlike got McCain. Got him right back in the minority seats of the Senate house, that’s where.

More troubling, the National Republican Senatorial Committee (NRSC) has also endorsed Crist (HT: The Other McCain) on Hot Air. These guys just do not get it.

My guarded optimism remains guarded for two reasons. First, the fact that guys like Crist and McCain who do not get it are in charge of the party. Second, if Marco Rubio or another young, attractive, charismatic conservative bursts onto the scene, the left will do all they can to destroy him the way they tried to destroy Sarah Palin. The intellectuals, the media, Hollywood, everyone will jump on the bandwagon and mount a campaign of vicious mockery and vilification against any Republican who seems poised to revitalize the party.

Then again, they mocked Ronald Reagan. I was in my late teens and early twenties, and recall it all vividly — He’s old. He’s a warmonger. He’s dumb. He takes too many naps. His wife is an astrology nut. He’s senile. He thinks ketchup is a vegetable. He bullies other countries. He’s a jingoistic uberpatriot. He’s Ronny Ray-gun, going to start a nuclear holocaust and kill us all.

And you know what? Not only did their mockery not bring Reagan down, but somehow he didn’t manage to destroy all life on the planet. All he destroyed was the Soviet Communism that kept millions in bondage, and did it without dropping a single nuclear bomb.

And so I take heart. Marco Rubio may not be the next Ronald Reagan. He may not be the new American Cicero of the Right. He may not, but someone will. Someone will.

GOPosaur indeed

GOPosaur. That’s what those clever devils over at the Daily Kos have taken to calling the GOP. They have a cute little dinosaur graphic all done up in red, white and blue stars and stripes like the GOP elephant. Because the Party is dying, don’t you know.

Well, somebody forgot to tell the Santa Fe County Republicans that the Party is supposed to be moribund, because more of them showed up for last night’s meeting than I’ve ever seen at a local GOP event. There were a lot of first timers there, people who have never been involved in Republican politics before, and others who haven’t been in involved for many years.

Some of them had attended the Tea Party, and were energized to see so many other like-minded, concerned citizens in a city where the Obama signs were ubiquitous during last fall’s campaign, a city where you often get the feeling that Republican is a very dirty word, and all the cool people will breathe a huge sigh of relief once the GOPosaur does finally give up the ghost, and lumber off into a tar pit somewhere to rot into petroleum that no drill will ever disturb.

Daily we are informed that the GOP is a damaged brand, that its leaders are throwing temper tantrums and not offering solutions. And yet here are all these new Republican activists, ready to begin the hard work of rebuilding the party from the grassroots.

And Santa Fe isn’t the only place where the Republican grass is starting to take root again. I’m not at all artistic, but maybe somebody who is should start working on a red, white and blue phoenix graphic.

Life, liberty and faith

I was so busy yesterday I didn’t even get a chance to link to my NMI column about Daniel Hauser, the 13-year-old boy who has been ordered by a court to undergo chemotherapy against his own and his parents’ wishes. They claim their right to the free exercise of their religion is being infringed. But a child’s right to life is also at stake. It’s a sad and troubling case, and I’ll let my comments over at NMI stand without further elaboration here.

Better by the dozen

What’s kept me from the computer lately is that one of my friends and her children are visiting from out of town this week. This means we now have six children in the house, but the other night we had two other friends over, who also have six children between them, for a total of twelve — all of them age seven and under.

The same four moms and dozen kids got together again today at someone else’s house, which was more fun for them than my house, because that house has chickens. I’ve contemplated chickens, but I have enough trouble feeding the dog and watering the apple trees. I think chickens will have to wait at least until Portia is no longer crawling and trying to eat things off the floor.

Poultry or no poultry, I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoy having so many children around. My kids have so much fun when there’s a houseful of children. I’ve written before about how people who dislike children, or believe people shouldn’t have them for the sake of the environment, and also about the bad advice women of my generation got to defer childbearing until it was, in all too many cases, too late.

I was thinking about this again recently because while Portia was in the hospital, I spoke with two women nearing forty, one a nurse and the other a nurse practitioner, who both told me they desperately wanted children, but couldn’t find a husband and thought it was probably too late.

It probably is. And that makes me angry. It makes me downright furious how many women have been robbed of the indescribable joy I’ve felt for nearly eight years.

Yes, it’s hard sometimes. Yes, they can wreak havoc with your figure. Yes, I have to face my darkest fears for their benefit. Yes, I often can’t blog because of them. And yes, I do like to get away from them once in a while.

But it all pales in comparison to they joy they bring me in a thousand indescribable little ways. Nothing worth having comes without effort, and children are no exception. They are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I thank God for them every day.

Mad mad monarchs

I’ve neglected my blog this week, partly because I’ve been sick, and partly because, well, you know. Because I’m still too busy to write a proper post, let me just share with you a very entertaining blog post my friend Martha Brozyna, a medieval historian, has written on Mental Floss. It’s about five mad monarchs, some of whom, like Ivan the Terrible, you probably know about, and others, like Joanna the Mad, you may not.

Billions and billions…

I can still hear Carl Sagan’s voice saying it in those old documentaries. He was talking about stars, of course. Today, we think of dollars. Billions and billions of them, swelling our national debt, mortgaging the futures of your children and mine. I get almost physically sick when I dwell for too long on what has happened in the sordid mess our national economy has become. I’ve written about it many times before, but I’m doing it again today in my New Mexico Independent column.

The catalyst this time was the announcement of the banking “stress test” results. The very idea of the government “stress testing” private businesses would have been unthinkable not long ago. But so would the idea of the government bailing out failing companies, owning large chunks of private industries, hiring and firing CEOs, dictating executive pay, interfering in bankruptcy proceedings, and strong-arming private companies (I mean actually private companies, who aren’t in hock to Uncle Sam) into accepting however much on the dollar the President thinks they ought to accept.

The government and corporate worlds have become interpenetrated in a way that would have appalled our Founding Fathers. So what? some say. They lived in a simpler time, with an agrarian economy, and they could not foresee the intricacies of modern finance, and the changes in government that it would require. Maybe so, but the solutions we’ve come up with so far are not working. We may be more sophisticated and savvy than Adams and Jefferson, but we are surely no wiser.

In my column, I made the radical proposal of a new constitutional amendment to begin the fight to undo the unholy mess that corporate raiders and complicit politicians have made:

It’s been a long time since our Constitution has had a new amendment. I think the time has come, however, for an amendment to end privatized profits but socialized losses. The profit part I have no problem with. If companies are successful, more power to them. Let them reap their rich rewards, after paying a fair share in taxes. But when the going gets tough, I don’t ever want to see millionaires coming hat in hand to Congress to beg for my tax dollars to negate their losses. It’s not only shameful, it’s un-American.

Such an amendment — which I realize is utopian and will probably never come to pass — would be only the beginning, however. It would have to be followed up by a Balanced Budget Amendment, an idea that’s been around at least since the 1980s. I realize this is probably never going to happen, at least not without a cataclysmic depression or some other national calamity, anyway.

Our political system is so deeply, thoroughly corrupt that I believe it is incapable of genuine reform. Too many politicians in both parties have been bought and paid for by myriad special interests with millions of dollars at their disposal.

And don’t tell me that campaign finance reform is the answer. Anyone who thinks so is hopelessly naive. The rich and the ambitious will always find ways to circumvent such laws. The McCain-Feingold limit on individual contributions accomplished only two things: 1) it turned candidates into money-grubbing mendicants with their hands perpetually outstretched, and 2) it made the DNC and RNC, which are not subject to the limitations, far more powerful than they have ever been. Trying to legislate away the symbiosis between money and power is a fool’s game.

Too many politicians are driven by one goal, that overrides all others: getting re-elected, and for most, someday being elected to an even more exalted office. Almost every Congressman dreams of being a Senator, and almost every Senator dreams of being President.

But all men in all times have dreamed of power and sought it with every resource at their disposal. This simple fact of human nature is not enough to destroy a republic. The citizens must be complicit in that destruction, and surely we American citizens are. Election year after election year we return the same army of power-seekers to Washington. We do not hold them responsible for their actions.

Doing so would mean that we actually have to read the legislative reports in the newspaper or on the internet to see how our representatives voted. We would have to read enough background material to understand what that vote means. If we were really conscientious citizens, we would even inform ourselves about who was contributing to our representatives’ campaign funds, and how these individuals and companies and PACs and foundations were connected to the legislation being voted upon.

It’s not just that the vast majority of Americans are too lazy to do this, though a goodly portion of us are. Part of it is that the whole system is too big and too complicated for everyone to keep up with everything that goes on. I try to keep up with it, but there are days I feel like I’m drowning in information, that I just can’t read anymore because I have to cook dinner and do laundry and read to my kids and exercise and feed the dog and buy groceries and pay the bills and make dentist appointments and check the propane tank and water the plants and do all the other things that keep our household functioning.

Most of the people I know don’t even make the effort. They’re either overwhelmed by it all, or simply not interested. And that’s exactly the way the politicians and their big money contributors want it. They want it to be so damned complicated that the average American feels overwhelmed by even the idea of trying to keep up with it all.

Another useful constitutional amendment, as long as I’m setting forth my utopian agenda, would dictate that Congress shall pass no law that contains more than 2,500 words in its text, and that the proposed bill must be made available online for at least 72 hours prior to voting (with an exception for an emergency declaration of war in case our homeland is attacked). That way, every American could read the text of each and every piece of proposed legislation. I’m well aware that an appalling number of my fellow citizens would still not bother, but a lot more would than do now. As an added bonus, it would be awfully hard to hide pork in a bill that’s no more than ten double-spaced pages long.

When I was a naive young lady in school, I was taught that one of the functions of our wonderful watchdog media was to keep an eye on those shifty bastards in Washington so we wouldn’t have to. Obviously, a lot of my fellow Americans were taught the same thing, and thought they could just go about their business, concentrating on their careers, enjoying their time off, being active in the PTA and so forth, while Katie Couric et al. took care of the dull, dreary job of keeping the politicians honest. And we know how that plan turned out.

So why, you may be wondering, if I am so deeply cynical about American politics, do I bother being active in the Republican Party? Why, when my Facebook page says “Power corrupts” rather than “Conservative” or “Republican” where it asks for political views, do I dedicate my time and money to electing Republicans?

Because, as Voltaire said, the perfect is the enemy of the good. Even though a great many individual Republicans are deeply flawed people, and some of them abuse the power with which the public has entrusted them, their philosophy of government is still preferable to that of the Democrats. Think about it: if you’re cynical about government power, and had your choice between an enormous and ever-growing corrupt goverment, and a somewhat smaller corrupt government, wouldn’t you choose the latter?

Bores and bullies need not apply

I’ve always had a completely open – you might even say liberal – comments policy. I wanted a free exchange of ideas on this blog. Unfortunately, my forum has turned into a bully pulpit, where a small number of left-wing radicals who despise everything I stand for mock my political and religious beliefs, bully others who post comments, call those with whom they disagree bigots, and generally make the comments section of my blog a very unpleasant place for the very great majority of my regular readers.

Many of these comments veer off the topic of the post to which they are attached, and turn into generic screeds denouncing President Bush, Rush Limbaugh, Dick Cheney or Republicans in general. This is inappropriate. Why? For the very simple reason that this isn’t your blog. If you want to write long harangues attacking me and the people I vote for, then get out your credit card and get your own domain. Or go spew your viotriol on Blogger for free. I really couldn’t care less. Just hear this: you’re done spewing it my dime.

One of these commenters recently admonished me that the internet is a public place, so basically I had better just STFU and take it. Well, sorry to disabuse you of your lofty ideals, my friend, but even though the internet is public, Moralia is not. Moralia is my own private cyberproperty. I pay for this bandwith, and if I don’t want to subsidize long, boring regurgitations of whatever that idiot Keith Olbermann said last night, that’s my business. It has nothing to do with freedom of speech, and everything to do with private property rights.

So, if you’re too cheap to buy your own domain and don’t want to set up a Blogger account, then head on over to Democratic Underground or the Daily KOS and rage against the Republicans to your heart’s content.

If you disagree with me, you are more than welcome to voice that disagreement in my blog comments, but the rules are:

1) Don’t be an obnoxious bully. This means no calling names, no accusing everyone who disagrees with you a bigot, no mockery that crosses the line of good taste.

1) Don’t bore me. Keep it concise and on topic, and don’t repeat the same tired old accusations you’ve made in comments 800 times before on my other posts.

I will start deleting obnoxious, bullying, or boring comments as of today. Who decides what’s obnoxious and boring? Why, I do, of course. Moralia is not a democracy where the rabble rule the roost. It is the most benevolent of monarchies, and you know what that makes me.

Obama’s Supreme Court nominee

We don’t know who she or he is yet, but I’m guessing the list of qualifications, in order of importance, goes something like this:

1) Reliable leftist. True believer in abortion rights, gay marriage rights, activist government intervention to right the various wrongs people suffer, etc. Not some cypher who’s going to reveal his true colors when it’s too late the way Souter did.

2) Young. The younger the better. Robers and Alito are going to be there a good long time, and this new judge had better last at least as long.

3) Not a white, Christian, heterosexual male. A female Hispanic would be ideal, but they can be flexible, but a Hispanic man, black woman or white (preferably Jewish) woman would be the next best choice. A black man would do in a pinch, because everybody knows Uncle Thomas doesn’t count. A gay justice of either sex would be swell, but Obama is a cautious guy, so this probably isn’t in the cards just yet. Maybe when Ginsberg retires.

4) Nothing that will block confirmation. After all the tax-evading cabinet nominees, the President has probably learned his lesson on vetting.

5) Eminent jurist.

Now, before the attacks start, let me say, I freely acknowledge that Bush was on pretty much the same page with #1 and #2. He wanted a solid conservative, and he wanted him/her young and healthy. I’m not saying Obama is a bad guy because he wants to do the same thing for his side. It’s just smart politics.

It’s also sad that the Court has been so politicized that this is what it comes down to: my forty-something true believer against your forty-something true believer. I don’t see a way out of the situation, and I’m not expecting Obama to fall on his sword and appoint some 65-year-old judge who worships at the altar of The Law instead of The Left.

I’m not even going to pillory his nominee on this blog. What would be the point? I know the kind of person he’s going to nominate — and the Senate is going to confirm — and I accept it. I knew we’d lost this round in the Culture War last summer when I watched with sick fascination and horror the American Cicero seducing the nation.

We let ourselves be seduced. Now we’re going to get screwed.

Penny wise, pound foolish on Santa Fe plaza

This week, my New Mexico Independent column is less controversial than usual. At least I think it is. I’m suppose my adoring fan club over there will manage to find something in there proving that I’m a heartless bigot for wanting to keep the grass on Santa Fe plaza.

Benedict Arlen

Honestly, I don’t mind a bit that the old RINO has finally come out of the closet and stopped pretending to be something he’s not.  Not that I think he’s a passionately committed Democrat, either.  He’s not a passionately committed anything.  He’s just addicted to power and influence, like most of the rest of the politicians, Democrat or Republican.  It matters little what side of the public trough he feeds out of, left or right, as long as he’s able to go on feeding until they carry him away from it in a pine box.

Blog reactions are too numerous to mention more than a few — Malkin, Ace, Hot Air, for starters.  And then there’s this nasty bit of photoshopping from S. Weasel.  It’s gross, really, so click with caution, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.  This one is much tamer.

As for me, well, if the man wants to be a Democrat, that’s his prerogative.  But he reveals his true political principles (viz., his absolute dedication to the Party of Keeping Arlen Specter Feeding at the Public Trough) when he says in mid-March:

I’m staying a Republican because I think I have a more important role to play there.  I think the United States very desperately needs a two-party system. … And I’m afraid that we’re becoming a one-party system, with Republicans becoming just a regional party.

and then turns around and bolts in late April.  Is he stupid, or does he think we are?  It brings to mind Mark Twain’s words:

Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on, or by imbeciles who really mean it.

100 down, 1,350 to go

Days, that is, of the momentous and historic Obama Presidency’s first term. 2,800 if he’s a two-termer, of course, but I’m trying to be optimistic. Tomorrow (Wed., April 29) is the actual 100 day marker, but my New Mexico Independent column comes out on Tuesdays, so I thought I’d take the liberty of writing up my assessment a day early.

The courage of her convictions

A few weeks ago when Georgetown University invited President Obama to give the commencement address, I meant to write about it. Then, when the President asked that the crucifix and IHS logo behind the podium be covered, I meant to write about that, too.

Now Notre Dame University has also invited the President to give its commencement address, and also plans to award him an honorary degree. To “balance the ticket,” as it were, Mary Ann Glendon would also be speaking at the commencement. Glendon, Harvard professor, former U.S. Ambassador to the Vatican, and a great favorite of conservative Catholics, would speak as the recipient of Notre Dame’s prestigious Laetare Medal.

That was the plan, anyway. Professor Glendon, God bless her, decided that she could not in good conscience participate in the ceremony, and regretfully declined an award that she had been thrilled to learn she was to receive.

The letter was first published at First Things, but the link was unavailable at the time I posted this due to unusually high traffic to their site as a result of this story. The letter has been reprinted at Whispers in the Loggia, and is worth quoting at some length:

First, as a longtime consultant to the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops, I could not help but be dismayed by the news that Notre Dame also planned to award the president an honorary degree. This, as you must know, was in disregard of the U.S. bishops’ express request of 2004 that Catholic institutions “should not honor those who act in defiance of our fundamental moral principles” and that such persons “should not be given awards, honors or platforms which would suggest support for their actions.” That request, which in no way seeks to control or interfere with an institution’s freedom to invite and engage in serious debate with whomever it wishes, seems to me so reasonable that I am at a loss to understand why a Catholic university should disrespect it.

Then I learned that “talking points” issued by Notre Dame in response to widespread criticism of its decision included two statements implying that my acceptance speech would somehow balance the event:

• “President Obama won’t be doing all the talking. Mary Ann Glendon, the former U.S. ambassador to the Vatican, will be speaking as the recipient of the Laetare Medal.”

• “We think having the president come to Notre Dame, see our graduates, meet our leaders, and hear a talk from Mary Ann Glendon is a good thing for the president and for the causes we care about.”

A commencement, however, is supposed to be a joyous day for the graduates and their families. It is not the right place, nor is a brief acceptance speech the right vehicle, for engagement with the very serious problems raised by Notre Dame’s decision—in disregard of the settled position of the U.S. bishops—to honor a prominent and uncompromising opponent of the Church’s position on issues involving fundamental principles of justice.

Finally, with recent news reports that other Catholic schools are similarly choosing to disregard the bishops’ guidelines, I am concerned that Notre Dame’s example could have an unfortunate ripple effect.

It is with great sadness, therefore, that I have concluded that I cannot accept the Laetare Medal or participate in the May 17 graduation ceremony.

HT to Patrick. See also Jill Stanek, Redstate, Crunchy Con, Curt Jester and American Papist, who has President Obama’s response:

President Obama is disappointed by former Ambassador Mary Glendon’s decision, but he looks forward to delivering an inclusive and respectful speech at the Notre Dame graduation, a school with a rich history of fostering the exchange of ideas. While he is honored to have the support of millions of people of all faiths, he does not govern with the expectation that everyone sees eye to eye with him on every position, and the spirit of debate and healthy disagreement on important issues is part of what he loves about this country.

— Jen Psaki, White House Deputy Press Secretary

Yes, we are a diverse country. No, we don’t all see eye to eye. Long live the spirit of debate and healthy disagreement in this great land of ours.

But Notre Dame University isn’t a public university. It doesn’t represent the U.S. citizens as a whole, who are a wonderfully diverse bunch. It is a Catholic University, and it represents the Catholic Church and Americans who are members of that Church. And despite what the Protestant Mr. Obama would like us to believe, the Catholic Church isn’t a wonderfully diverse organization. It is a hierarchical organization with an established dogma. If people don’t like that, they don’t have to be Catholic. But neither do Catholic universities have to confer honorary degrees on people who espouse — and work hard to enact into law — principles that are anathema to orthodox Catholics.

Thanks for your service. Now get out.

Not much blogging time today, so just a quick link to S. Weasel’s post about Ghurka veterans of the British Army not being allowed to remain in the U.K. I admit I’m not an expert on British immigration policy, but it does seem rather unsportsmanlike, to say the very least, not to allow men who have risked life and limb fighting for your country to live in it.

Nothing else matters

Remember that Metallica song, “Nothing Else Matters“? It came out in 1991, when I was young (well, younger anyway), newly married, without the marks of time that Estee Lauder and I have done our level best to undo, and above all, without children.

That song has been running through my head because I spent Tuesday and yesterday in the the hospital with my infant daughter, who was severely dehydrated by a five day bout of rotavirus. All the little things that had been preoccupying me — making sure the girls do their piano practice and eat more vegetables than Cinnamon Toast Crunch, making better progress with Elizabeth on her math, getting the blizzard of homeschool papers organized and filed, keeping the floor constantly swept and mopped becaue Portia crawls on it, writing my next blog post, organizing my closet, keeping up with the Obama Administration’s campaign of retribution against the diabolical Bush-Cheney torture mafia — suddenly didn’t matter. All that mattered was Portia getting well. Nothing else mattered.

My heart felt like it was breaking as the nurse was putting in the IV, so piteously did Portia scream. I thought of all the mothers in the centuries before there was such a thing as intravenous infusion. They had been spared that small torment, but suffered an immeasurably greater one when their infants could not be rehydrated, and so died. Today I thank God for allowing my children to be born in the age of modern medicine, when a severe case of gastroenteritis does not mean a death sentence for a baby.

Portia is now, unlike the U.S. economy, genuinely on the road to recovery. As she continues to improve, all my other concerns begin to press upon me again, but I bear in mind that as important as all the myriad concerns of daily life are, when your child is sick, truly, nothing else matters.

Sarcasm in defense of liberalism is no vice

Or so the editor of the Santa Fe New Mexican would seem to believe.

Today my column in the New Mexico Independent addresses a recent New Mexican editorial mocking Rep. Spencer Bachus (R-Alabama) for purported red-baiting.

The latest Democratic talking point is that all good progressives should mock conservatives for their fear of socialism, painting us as delusional McCarthyites who are caterwauling that the capitalist sky is falling —

Obama is a socialist. Aren’t they silly? Look what asses they’re making of themselves. Did you hear what Olbermann said about them last night? Ha-ha. Oh, they’re just hilarious — and irrelevant.

Let them laugh. The truth is, the debate over a more limited vs. a more intrusive government is an important one. It does matter. And we mustn’t let them mocks us into keeping our mouths shut about it.

Tea and antipathy

The tea parties, or “teabagging parties” as sophomoric leftists like to call them with tongue (or whatever) firmly in cheek, have generated quite a bit of hot air over the past few days.

It didn’t get much hotter than Janeane Garofalo, comedienne, political pundit and, apparently, eminent neuroscientist, on Countdown:

You know, there is nothing more interesting than seeing a bunch of racists become confused and angry at a speech they’re not quite certain what he thinks. It sounds right to them, and then it doesn’t make sense. Let’s be very honest about what this is about. It’s not about bashing Democrats. It’s not about taxes. They have no idea what the Boston Tea party was about.

To which Keith Olbermann replied, playing the fawning toady like Igor to Garofalo’s Frankenstein:

That’s right.

That guy is one tough, hard-hitting journalist, I tell you what.

La Janeane continued:

They don’t know their history at all. This is about hating a black man in the White House. This is racism straight up. That is nothing but a bunch of tea bagging rednecks. And there is no way around that. And, you know, you can tell these type of right-wingers anything and they’ll believe it, except the truth. You tell them the truth and they become — it’s like showing Frankenstein’s monster fire. They become confused, angry, highly volatile.

That guy caused in them feelings they don’t know because of their limbic brain — we’ve discussed before, the limbic brain inside a right- winger or Republican or conservative or your average white power activist — the limbic brain is much larger in their head space than in a reasonable person. And it is pushing against the frontal lobe. So their synapses are misfiring.

My synapses are misfiring — that’s what’s wrong with me! Oh, thank God, Dr. Garofalo has diagnosed my disorder. I don’t really hate blacks and Hispanics and gays and everyone else who doesn’t look and think and mate exactly like me — it’s just my limbic brain and frontal lobes that aren’t working right. Now I can get treatment, stop being a psychotic racist and vote Democratic like a normal person.

Later in the segment, after opining that anyone who wasn’t a white male could only be a Republican or attend a tea party if they were suffering from Stockholm Syndrome (so maybe I don’t need brain surgery, just therapy?) Dr. Garofalo remarked,

I didn’t know there were so many racists left. I didn’t know that. As I said, the Republican hype in the conservative movement has now crystallized into the white power movement.

To which Igor the hard-hitting journalist replied:

Your point is terrifying, that there are that many racists left.

White power movement? How could I have missed that? There must have been some “code words” on those tea party signs that I wasn’t smart enough to figure out but mad scientist Garofalo was. Maybe “Stop generational theft” is really white-bigot code for “I hate black people”? Of course. If you remove the s, the t, the o and the p from the first word, put the 8th letter of the second word in their place… How could I have been so stupid? I mean, it’s just so obvious.

Pajama Pundit has a full transcript of this erudite piece of political analysis. More blog commentary here, here, here, here and here.

Regarding the tea parties (and not Garofalo’s analysis of them), the Paragraph Farmer, Anchoress and others too numerous to count weigh in. Michelle Malkin gives the lie to all the “lackluster turnout” reports.

New Mexico bloggers Haussamen, Monahan, Burgos and Towanda weigh in, as does Errors of Enchantment’s Paul Gessing, who thinks neither the Republican nor Democrat commentators truly understand what the tea parties mean:

The rallies, while they did take place on tax day, were not really about taxes. Rather, they were, I believe, an expression of frustration at Republicans and Democrats, both of whom have supported out-of-control spending, bailouts, government takeovers and subsidies of private business, and unbelievable increases in indebtedness levels for the better part of the last decade. The unfortunate truth is that the Obama Administration has simply continued and expanded upon many of Bush’s policies and the people who work every day and make this country great are not happy. That is the message I got from the tea parties (at least in Albuquerque where politicians were specifically kept out of the limelight).

He is right, of course. This is about taxes, but isn’t just about taxes — and it certainly isn’t about President Obama being black. I’ve heard a lot of griping from people on left about how if that’s true, why weren’t there any tea parties when Bush was president? Well, the worst of this mess started just before the 2008 election. There weren’t quite enough straws on the camel’s back last fall. We didn’t know as much then as we do now about what caused the mess, and a Treasury Secretary who couldn’t pay his own taxes properly hadn’t decided that mortgaging our children’s future and taking over a sizable chunk of corporate America was the best solution to the mess.

And then, speaking of children, there’s Wonkette. Classy, wonderful Wonkette, making fun of a little child by putting his picture under the caption, “Vulgar fat child attends teabagging rally” and commenting:

You sure look proud, you swollen little vulgarian. We liked conservatives a lot better when they went to church and didn’t walk around in public flashing cartoon porn at everybody. Enjoy your life on welfare!

Personally, I think anyone who thinks making fun of children in this way is fair political game ought to have his limbic brain and frontal lobes examined.

Childless in Albuquerque

Yesterday I drove down to Albuquerque for the Christian Association of Parent Educators (CAPE) annual convention. Last night some of the other Santa Fe homeschooling moms and I went to dinner, and when the hostess asked, “Do you need any children’s menus?” I can’t tell you the euphoria I felt saying, “No!”

Isn’t that awful? I love my children, and of course miss them now when I’m away from them, but eating with them in restaurants is just so much work, and it felt so, so good to be able to have a meal with friends and know that the only person whose food consumption and table manners I had to be concerned with were my own.

Motherhood. It makes you appreciate the little things

And you thought tea and chile didn’t go together

The Santa Fe Tea Party was a resounding success. There were more people than I had dared hope would come, and far fewer protesters. I heard there were a few, but the only one I saw was a grim-faced man who glowered at us as he walked around holding above his head a sign that read, “Pay your taxes, be grateful, and shut up, you morons.”

Democrat John Grubesic got resoundingly booed for telling us that we really don’t pay too much in taxes after all, because in Sweden they pay 51%. Gosh, if it’s good enough for the Swedes, I guess it ought to be good enough for us. I saw that train wreck coming when I read this story in Heath Haussamen’s blog the other day. Steve Terrell has the whole text of Grubesic’s speech.

The other speakers were great. Former Gov. Gary Johnson was wonderful — he almost makes me want to get rid of term limits so we could elect him again. SFRWF President Sheryl Bohlander, who worked incredibly hard putting this event together, made an inspiring call-to-arms speech. General Greg Zanetti, commander of the New Mexico National Guard, made a sincere, heartfelt speech that was very well received, and boded well for his 2010 gubernatorial campaign.

I saw a number of friends there. One of them called me earlier in the day saying her husband didn’t want to go because he thought there’d only be about six people there, Santa Fe being Santa Fe, and it would be just too painful to watch. I assured her that would not be the case (and hoped like anything I wasn’t being a cockeyed optimist) and they did come. Truly, considering what an overwhelmingly liberal Democrat city this is, the turnout was nothing short of amazing.

This may be the beginning of a beautiful realignment.

Update: Cordelia is on the front page of the New Mexican!

Steve Terrell’s story accompanying the picture already has 59 comments (and it’s only 8:00 a.m.). I only read the first page, but many are spouting the Democratic talking point that the Tea Parties were all orchestrated from the top by the GOP and Fox News, and are not grass roots events. I know the people who organized the Santa Fe Tea Party, and it was a grass roots operation. I was at one of the sign making parties along with other ordinary citizens, and donated money (not to the GOP, but to the organizers personally) to make it happen, as did a lot of other people. This party was strictly a home grown affair.

One comment ended with

I would appreciate it if the Republicans would cease and desist with their incessant anger, hatred and bigotry. Please do not make April 15 a national racist day.

How protesting higher taxes and excessive government spending makes you a racist I’m not sure, but then again, it’s become standard operating procedure on the left to call anyone you disagree with a racist, and consider the argument won.

Can’t pay for the government you’ve already got? Make it bigger!

This would be hilarious if it wasn’t so damnably sad.  The New Mexico state legislature had a devil of a time balancing its budget this year, so what did those geniuses do?  Why, they passed a bill creating a new cabinet department!  In this case, the Department of Hispanic Affairs, which, as I explain in my New Mexico Independent column today, we most emphatically do not need.

Thankfully, Governor Bill Richardson had the good sense to veto this unfunded mandate, but could he just veto it and leave it at that?  God forbid.  He’s a Democrat, after all, so he had to waffle and backpedal and create a Hispanic Affairs advisory council and promise to work with next year’s legislature to create an Office of Hispanic Affairs.  Oh, okay.  We can’t afford the Department, so let’s just not call it a department.

Those of you who don’t live in New Mexico may not realize just how different “Hispanic” in New Mexico is from Hispanic in any other state in the U.S.  My column will enlighten you.

Disenfranchisement comes for the archbishop

My column in the New Mexico Independent this week is the involvement of the Catholic Church in the legislative process. There has been much criticism of Archbishop Sheehan’s vocal opposition to the domestic partners bill that was recently defeated in the New Mexico State Senate. The archbishop wrote a piece in the editorial section of the New Mexican on Sunday in defense of his activities, and I just can’t wait for the outraged letters to start pouring in. So far, the comments on my column (which, you will probably not be surprised to hear, takes the archbishop’s side) have all taken the other side. Click here to read the whole story.

Why I’m not a Democrat anymore

I’m from a family of Democrats, was raised to be a Democrat, went to college and had Democrat professors echo in more erudite words the same things my parents and grandmother had always said about politics.  But always, there was cognitive dissonance.  I would read things, hear things, that just didn’t add up in the Democratic calculus of my family and teachers.  Things like nuclear disarmament.

This morning, right next to the picture of my daughter Elizabeth and the bishop in the New Mexican, runs the headline, Obama envisions nuke-free world.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Even as a relatively ignorant 17-year-old just starting college, I realized how asinine it was to talk about a nuclear-free world.  Earth to liberal professors and student activists:  THE GENIE IS OUT OF THE BOTTLE!  The nuclear disarmament movement was a big part of the cognitive dissonance that finally destroyed the fruits of my liberal upbringing and education.  I’d sit there listening to these earnest do-gooders talking about a nuclear-free world, and I’d think, yeah, just like the Japanese kicking out all the foreigners and extending their happy little medieval world of swords and samurai another couple hundred years.  But eventually Commodore Perry showed up, and the gig was up.

We live in a rapidly shrinking world, where there no simply no hiding from technology the way the isolationist Japanese did.  Nuclear technology has been invented, and it’s not going to be un-invented by do-gooder leftists simply wishing it away.  Frankly, I think Barack Obama (and a lot of other leftists in positions of power) are actually smart enough to know this, and they’re just talking the talk that all the starry-eyed idiots on the far-left fringe of their party want to hear.  At least I hope they are.  Because if they aren’t, we are in a world of trouble.

Palm Sunday on the Plaza

My two eldest daughters and I took part in our first ever religious procession yesterday.  Every year, the clergy, choir and lay ministers of the Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi and two other downtown Santa Fe churches, Holy Faith Episcopal and First Presbyterian, process from their churches the few blocks to the Plaza for an interdenominational blessing of the palms, hymns sung by all three choirs together, and a procession around the Plaza before returning to their home churches for Palm Sunday services.  Since my daughters are in the Cathedral children’s choir, we were part of the procession, and my eldest daughter is pictured on the front page of the Santa Fe New Mexican today.  She’s the one in the brown coat just under the episcopal bishop’s arm.  There’s no story, just a front page photo, so the link will only show her today, Monday, April 6.

Back at our little suburban church in California, we didn’t have processions.  We didn’t have a world-class choir that has performed at Carnegie Hall either, who delivered a stunning performance of one movement of Handel’s Messiah during the Palm Sunday service yesterday (that’s the adult choir, not the children’s).  And we didn’t have our very own archbishop, whom it’s been a long uphill battle to convince the girls isn’t the pope.  Yesterday the archbishop and the rest of the clergy were out in all their scarlet Palm Sunday splendor, processing along with my girls and me through the ancient streets and plaza of the oldest Catholic parish west of the Mississippi.  Tourists stood along the route snapping pictures, and I couldn’t help but wonder whether the crowd of onlookers included any secular humanists in search of their own rituals, a group about whom I wrote a few months ago.  That post sparked so much controversy in comments that I wrote another about it, which also ignited a comment flame war.

I suppose there will be snide comments to this post about my “superstition” and all the dastardly deeds the Catholic Church has perpetrated upon humanity, but really, all I meant to do today was share with my readers a wonderful experience — both religious and cultural — that my daughters and I were blessed to share yesterday.

Santa Fe Tea Party

On April 15, the day our hard-earned money has to be sent to the IRS so Barack Obama and a Democratic Congress can spend it on more corporate bail-outs, mortgage relief for people who bought homes they couldn’t afford, socialized medicine, tax-payer funded abortions and a host of other worthy causes, concerned citizens in Santa Fe will be having a Tea Party.

Not the kind where you sip tea and eat watercress sandwiches and make polite small talk. The kind conservatives around the country have been having for the past couple of months. If you live in or around Santa Fe (or elsewhere in New Mexico but would like to make the trip and join us) and feel the way I do about the government spending hemorrhage, please join us at the Santa Fe Plaza from 5:00 to 6:30.

Children are very welcome — there will be face painting and other activities for them, with a Mad Hatter Tea Party theme. Kids and adults are welcome to dress up as Alice, the Mad Hatter, Queen of Hearts or other favorite characters. I’ll be there with my kids, and the more the merrier.

There will also be live music and speakers including Former New Mexico Governor Gary Johnson and others to be announced shortly. I’ll update when I have more information, and you can also check he Santa Fe Tea Party’s own blog.

If you’re a reader of my blog and would like to say hello in person, this is a good time to do it. My picture runs with my New Mexico Independent columns, so you’ll be able to recognize me — except that my hair probably won’t look as nice as it does in the picture and I’ll have four kids climbing all over me saying, “Mom, mom, mom,” pretty much constantly. The three who can talk anyway. The other one will be trying to pull my earrings out if I’m foolish enough to wear them.

Come one, come all. I hope to see you there.

Peanut butter and cabbage

I kid you not. And I thought chocolate covered bacon and corned beef and cabbage ravioli were weird.

I saw the PB&C on the blog of Michael Ruhlman, whose book, The Making of a Chef, I enjoyed immensely. The sandwich, hmm, I think I would enjoy less. In comparison, I’m thinking that bacon chocolate bar isn’t sounding too bad. I’ll still pass on the St. Patrick’s Day ravioli though.

Building houses and bilking firemen in the City Different

My column in the New Mexico Independent today discusses the relationship between the government-financed building of “affordable housing” and the fiscal belt-tightening that has led the top brass of the Santa Fe Fire Department in its entirety to take early retirement.

Our local city government cutting costs in a destructive way with its right hand, while sticking its left hand deep into what ought to remain private enterprise, has obvious parallels in Washington, where the Obama Administration has assumed unprecedented powers of hiring and firing businessmen in what used to be the private sector.  My critics will point out that since it’s taxpayer money  bailing out those companies, the President is entirely within his rights.  My point is that public money shouldn’t be commingling with private in the first place, so the question of the POTUS being de facto CEO of several major corporations shouldn’t even be an issue.

Fiscal flotsam and jetsam

I’ve been trying to get a new blog post out for days, but it’s the wrong time of year for getting anything done — anything but taxes, that is. Every time I have a spare moment to sit down and write, my husband calls with another request for financial information. We go through this every year, just like millions of other couples across America, scrambling to get all the little bits and pieces of our financial lives organized so we can present them to a tax preparer and he can fill out the tortuous, Byzantine forms the IRS demands. It really is a colossal undertaking. No wonder Tim Geithner had trouble figuring it all out.

So please be patient, gentle readers. There are stacks of newspapers on my desk with juicy stories just begging to be blogged about, but unfortunately they’re buried under bank statements, credit card receipts, MS Money printouts, K-1 and W-4 forms and all the other minutiae of modern fiscal life.

That handsome devil in DC says I’ve got to get my skin in the game, so getting it I am. If I don’t dot all my i’s and cross all my t’s carefully, the Boss may take time out from his busy schedule of firing the CEOs of automobile manufacturers and send some of Mr. Geithner’s minions after little old me.

Bribes, bonuses and bills of attainder

My column at the New Mexico Independent this week concerns the AIG bonus scandal and the ensuing hypocrisy and unconstitutional legislation coming out of Congress. Already the comments decrying my “partisan ranting” have begun. So odd, because I don’t think I ranted in the least. Decide for yourself.

Pope Joy

While I was over at Newsbusters reading a story about how CNN’s Jack Cafferty says the Catholic Church must drag itself out of the 13th century, and another about professor Robert McElvaine blogging at the Washington Post to the effect that Pope Benedict XVI ought to be impeached, I saw this totally unrelated little gem:

Joy Behar, paragon of good taste and refinement that she is, has written a children’s book called Sheetzucacapoopoo. I couldn’t really believe this was the name of the book, so I checked on Amazon and sure enough, there it is.

The book is supposed to be a canine allegory about Barack Obama, apparently. As Behar told Robin Roberts on Good Morning America:

BEHAR: The kids love to say SheetzuCacaPoopoo. Well, that was the key. But, the book is really about Barack Obama. Okay? Let me explain.

ROBERTS: Everyone is looking around.

BEHAR: The dog- Max is in trouble. They send him to obedience school, okay? When he’s in obedience school is when he becomes Barack. He becomes a community organizer. And he organizes the big dogs around the little dogs. ‘Cause at first, the big dogs, also known as the Republicans, don’t like him. See? And so, he finds ways, pragmatically, to help the big dogs.

ROBERTS: Uh-huh.

BEHAR: They can reach itches for them. They can go underneath to get to spots. They can scare the cats away. And so, he becomes popular. And everybody loves each other.

ROBERTS: It’s all about change.

BEHAR: It’s all about pragmatism and change, and trying to find a solution in your situation, which is Barack Obama. Isn’t that- How did I jump to that? Pretty good? That’s- All because of SheetzuCacaPoopoo.

Normally I would comment on something like this, but really, I think this pretty much speaks for itself, don’t you?

But what, you may be wondering, does it have to do with the Holy Father? Well, the learned Professor McElvaine, in his righteous indignation about Benedict XVI, whom he deems worse than Bernard Madoff and all the terrible people at AIG put together, exhorts us:

Let’s start a movement within the Catholic Church to impeach Pope Benedict XVI and remove him from office. While we’re at it, let’s replace him with a woman.

I’m thinking Joy Behar might be just the kind of woman McElvaine is looking for to head up his new, improved Catholic Church. She can write a series of encyclicals titled with cutesy names for excrement, work to ban the horror that is homeschooling, and canonize Barack Obama as the first patron saint of the Church. There wouldn’t be any rules about having to be dead to attain sainthood, since it makes more sense to pray to a living god who can help you out with some taxpayer money.

I wish Cardinal McElvaine all the best with his new progressive church. I just wish he’d leave mine alone.

I’m in good company

Guess I’m not the only one who gets in trouble for politically incorrect jokes. It’s maddening: I had the perfect graphics for this, but for some reason WordPress won’t let me upload pictures anymore. I could cry.