I won’t have Internet service or TV until Wednesday. I’m complaining because I can.

I’m interrupting my eat my way through my last month as a New Yorker for the following post
Three years ago this week I had post up in Blog Critics on Intelligent Design It was a good post and garnered many comments. It would have gotten more but I hysterically tried to stop it. I was told I was Americancentric and many more things.

I bring this up not because I’m enamored with the post, though I am, but because I tried to stop it when it became obvious to me that Katrina was going to be the most deadly storm in my lifetime.

This morning at my bff, Lucia’s we saw Sarah Pallin on Maria Bartiromo’s. Sarah said we’re in war over oil. And I thought first we were in war to find Bin Laden and WMD’s, then to find Hussein.

Of course we’re in war to dominate the MidEast and he or she who dominates gets oil.

How can I write about oil at a time like this? Because they’re already exploiting Gustav and the people of New Orleans–a city I hope is spared but if not is never rebuilt until the levees….and maybe even then.

Sarah Pollin stands for everything I was brought up to and then learned on my own to disdain.

This election’s not about me. Well my old age, and damn it I do deserve a good one. But it’s really about younger generations. Kids just in school who might never get a decent education because of No Child Left Behind, all women–and I can imagine a country without choice where rich girls or girls from affluent families who could tell their families went to other countries or the best doctors who surreptiously performed abortions. Every other girl took her chances.

The Republican’s party already gotten rid of Bush and Cheney. They won’t be hanging at the convention like embarrassing relatives who long ago wore out their welcome.

They’re saying McCain’s a maverick who voted against Bush. Ten percent of the time does not a maverick make.

I don’t usually believe in political parties. I do this year. This year I will vote straight Democratic because this is the election of our lifetime.

There might be up to three new Supreme Court Justices in the next four years.

I thought all this was behind us. I must have been living in a dream world as I focused on moving–which I’m still doing.

But Sarah Pollin–and New Orleans three years to the day. It’s too much.

Three years ago many bloggers didn’t like it when others of us, many of us, said “yes, we can cast blame and help at the same time.” We were proven more right than most of us wanted to be.

I saw somewhere in The Times that Bush said Gustav is deadly serious. I guess we do need comic relief.

I won’t let people forget that Bush didn’t interrupt his vacation; that Condi Rice didn’t think a Secretary of State had anything to do with domestic affairs so she stayed in New York, shopped and saw Spamalot

My friends are all convinced Obama is going to win. I’m not so sure. She orates well. A lot of people who might have been wavering might find her a moral authority or some shit. My friend said he would sleep with her in a second. No he won’t vote for her, but people have based their voting decisions on less
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I had all the restaurants I have eaten in listed and all the ones I plan to were going to be listed. It’s kind of nice that my friends–the same ones who are convinced of an Obama win–have declared this coming month “eat anything month” in my honor. I put on my size too big pants this morning Fortunately they still were.