GOP Smacked

Evil GOP pundits got smacked. Gloating Alert. Loved Rove going nuclear when he didn’t think Ohio should be called. Megyn Kelly lost her smirk. Had to watch Fox & Friends this morning. Deer caught in headlights. Listened to Beck blubbering. Rush ranting that he’s outnumbered. Howie Carr crying like a baby. Eric Bolling bawling on The Five. This was a major reason I was so nervous that Romney may win. I’d have to endure these guys. Ok, gloating done.

What was Diane Sawyer on? Somebody said, only time they want to hear Gallup or Pew again is if a horse breaks wind. Now what are we going to do?

Winning!

mAdBen said that CNN would project Obama win at 11:00 pm. A little later than that. But, YAY!!! Okay. Breathe. Or not, if you listen to Fox. Chuck Todd rocks. Hasta maƱana.

College Finals

Finals underway at Electoral College. 270 needed to pass. More for a mandate. Ultimate test. What will swing states do? If Dr.Husband’s thesis comes true, we may be in for lots of make-up exams. Contested horrors graded by lawyers. No. Hand in ‘blue’ books early so they can be marked quickly and we will know!

Eve Election

Bright spots pre-election post-Sandy. Alec Baldwin hanging out with stranded NYU students. Bloomberg finally making the right call to cancel the marathon. Powered people giving plug-ups to those without. Neighbors helping each other. MayorMike high-fiving Jake at 78th & Mad diner. Living 4 blocks from work.

Bets are in. Massachusetts. Scott or Warren? President. Obama or Romney? Close or Blow-Out? Late night or days out? What say you? Demographic enthusiasm to get out. Turnout. Eve of construction or destruction?

Rave reviews for Argo. Louie’s SNL less so.

Weekend Soul

When you get older. Silvery hair. I’d never lock the door. Birthday greetings. Bottle of wine. Sunday SideTreks. Go for a ride. Who could ask for more? I will still need you. I will still feed you. When you’re … Siempre. Mi amor.

Beatles notwithstanding, Billy Joel’s song at concert last night for hurricane Sandy victims. That’s soul. Voice richer than ever. Lyrics perfect. Off to LumberYard in Amherst with Lilly’s abuelitos. Extra hour of sleep.

Spooky Cane

Northeast hurricane. Second stormy Halloween in a row. This year wind and water, last year snow. Eroded beaches replacing election speeches. Federal government in the spotlight. Will it be enough to turn the tide? Eerie empty Manhattan caverns. Dangling crane. Broadway dark. Huddled families center stage. West Side Highway flooded below mAdBen. Let’s hope dawn doesn’t reveal submerged subways, tunnels. Saturated parks. Fingers crossed.

Scare – Ma – Geddon

Hope it’s just hype. They sure are scaring everybody. FrankenStorm. My broom is powered up and ready to go. Candles. Check. Batteries. Check. Water. Check. Pretzels. Check. Gin. Check. May be the last post for a while. Good luck to all.

Fox Terror

FoxNews Alerts! Benghazi. Benghazi. Benghazi. 24/7. Post-Khaddafi Libya is chaotic. Big news. On any given day there could be a mob attacking one group or another. Why are they so obsessed with labeling? Terrorism. Mayhem. Whatever you call it, people died who were trying to make life better in a high risk place. Blaming and naming prematurely could foment further violence. Nuance is necessary in that part of the world. Not Fox-bot bluster.

SanFran’s Sandoval superhuman. Tied the Babe. Rocked the Bay.

DƩtente

Debate? What was that? I’ve been trying to reconcile my impressions of last night’s get-together. Obama jabbed and Romney ducked. It wasn’t entertaining nor fun. So much agreement. Tensions dissolved. I guess the Prez won. May as well elect Mitt VP. So little difference on so many things. NeoCons must have been throwing bombs at their televisions. Don’t be fooled. PuppMitt is still lurking in there. What he said to appease women is not what he’ll likely do.

Trumpster has a dirty trick up his sleeve. Something YUGE. Rumor has it that he’s going to out Obama for selling coke in college. You’re fired, Donald.

Snowing Leaves

It’s snowing leaves. Colorful storm. Golden rusted flakes cascading to the ground. Crackling underfoot. Foliage suddenly gone. Took a Sunday detour from Autumn in New England to Summer in the Nevada Desert. Started Jana Richman’s new novel,Ā The Ordinary Truth. Extraordinary read.Ā Couldn’t put it down.

Compelling story, richly written. Great Basin beauty is artfully conjured, but Richman’s portrayal of familial relationships shone. I cared about these people. Raw generational dynamics stuck in time. Secrets, jealousies authentically, searingly evoked. Conditions common to every family. This takes creating a crisis as a catalyst for change to page-turning revelations. Highly recommend.

Pats-Jets ending. Wow.