Saturday, May 25, 2013

VA is for Dummies

Well, as expected, last week Republicans nominated current VA Attorney General Ken Cuccinelli to be their candidate for Governor, pitting him against Democratic candidate Terry McAulilffe in November.

As far as elections go, this one promises to be something akin to a visit to the dentist's office - you know it's necessary, but you dread it for weeks and then when it finally happens you just want it to be OVER for-cryin-out-loud.  Terry McAuliffe leaves a rather unpleasant taste in your mouth, and I think everyone knows what I think of Ken-ordering-colleges-to-accept-discrimination-against-gays-Cuccinelli.  I'd just as soon not have the whole world watching us as we figure out which one of these guys we dislike less, but given that it's an off-year and we're pretty much one of the few elections of significance ... well this is gonna be fun.

And lest there be any doubt just how much fun this is going to be ... who would've thought Republicans would find and nominate a Lt Governor who makes Cuccinelli look moderate by comparison?  And they did exactly that when they nominated Bishop E W Jackson as Cuccinelli's running mate - this guy is a piece of work.

There's a great rundown at TPM, but just on the issue of gay rights alone:

"The president has proclaimed June as Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Pride Month.  Well that just makes me feel ikky all over.  Yuk!"

"The 'homosexual religion' is the most virulent anti-Christian bigotry & hatred I've ever seen.  They have threatened me, but not vice versa."

"It will be interesting to see how Obama reconciles Islamicizing America with homosexualizing America. Babylon v Sodom & Gomorrah."

When a reporter questioned him about those remarks on Friday, Jackson responded that those remarks were made "in my role as a minister, not as a candidate."  Swell.

Putting aside for the moment the question of whether saying those kinds of things "as a minister" makes it any better, what exactly does Jackson think that changes?  Life doesn't have a "Get out of history free" card that you can flash whenever you're embarrassed by something you once said.  You measure a person based on what they say (and do) when no one is looking, not when everyone is looking.  If Jackson no longer agrees with those comments he made, then he should explain what he's changed his mind on, and why.  If he still agrees with them, then he's going to own them regardless of whether he considers them unhelpful in his current campaign.

Monday, May 06, 2013

Lucy at Home in Lancaster

Otherwise known as: "When Kitty Beast is away, I will sit in all his favorite spots!"  :)




Lancaster Again

Back up in Lancaster for the week.  Really, it's for several overlapping reasons: spending some time with Dad (who's going through a rough spot) and helping Mom out with some chores around the house and in at the gallery.

I have to say, this was not a trip that I prepared for very well.  Normally I have a list (I love my lists) and work on it during the days leading up to the trip so I know I'm prepared.  But this time, there was just so much going on that I never had a chance.  That means that when I get back there will be an overgrown jungle where my side lawn is used to be; it also means that I never got a chance to do laundry, so half my wardrobe is shoved into a plastic garbage bag ready to be washed once I get to Lancaster.  That, plus there's a lot of paperwork-type stuff that I need to sort and go through, which is all stuffed into a box and crammed into the trunk of the car.  Lord knows what's in there.

Anyway, I made it up, and Lucy only puked once, so I guess that counts as a successful drive.  I made it up in time to visit the gallery during First Friday Art Walk, which my mom always works.  Here she is not noticing for 10 minutes that I've walked in and am standing in "no man's land" behind the desk where all the wine is hidden.  We Heberlein's are observant folk! :)

(although technically speaking, since my mom is a Graham by birth and I seem to have inherited it from her, I guess it's that we Graham's are observant folk?

The pleasant surprise of the evening came when Brent, an old high school friend, saw that I checked in on Facebook and made it a point to visit the gallery.  We chatted for a good hour or so about where we were in our lives (mostly griping about how owning a house really just means writing out one check after another).  A fun little diversion, and hopefully we'll connect with another mutual high school friend who still lives in the area and grab a drink sometime this week.