Reflections on a historic election

—1) “Historic” yes, in that for once I had to wait in line.
Our polling-place is the West Bloomfield Town Hall up the street, a converted old church — no steeple.
Every time before when I voted there, it was boom-and-zoom; in-and-out in about five minutes.
Signature in the book after determining our election-district (there are two in West Bloomfield), and then crank the ancient mechanical voting-machine.
This time I arrived about 10 a.m., as usual, but there was a line of about 15 people.
“I hafta get back to work,” a nervous Granny muttered, butting in. “I’m voting for Big Mac and the ‘Cuda.”
Too bad my mother wasn’t around. No one ever butted in on her, no matter what their politics.
An old geezer waddled in, driving a walker with an oxygen kit. —At least five walkers were visible; everyone seemed to be driving walkers, but not this kid (I’m 64).
Then Joe the unlicensed plumber strode in.
“That Obama is the Devil incarnate,” someone observed. “Our nation is going down the tubes.”
“I guess we gotta set up coon-traps at the White House.”

—2) RE: “You got your wish, Dewd......” —Well, not exactly.
The gumint is now entirely Democratic, which I think is frightening.
No checks-and-balances of a Republican opposition — which leads to gridlock, I admit.
But perhaps gridlock is better than one-party rule.

—3) There are two reasons the Republicans lost:
-a) The economy has tanked, entirely under their administration.
To solely blame them is only partly true.
A lot more than REPUBLICANS, and Barney Frank (gasp!), are responsible for the lending crisis.
But the end result is the electorate rises up and says “throw the bums out!”
“Replace ‘em with another set of bums.”
My blowhard brother-in-Boston noisily claims it’s all Barney Frank’s fault.
Yep; the fatcats in the mega-banks and on Wall Street are entirely blameless.
NASCAR-Dads United never liked that guy anyway. He’s the antithesis of macho Harleyness, a “queer,” for cryin’ out loud.
So since NASCAR-dads can only accommodate one single person for a bad event, we’ll just blame Barney Frank for the whole stinkin’ kabosh.
Us fatcats are entirely blameless — it’s all Barney Frank, I tell ya!
-b) George Stephanopoulos of ABC-News made an interesting observation.
“The reason McCain lost was because Republicans stayed home.”
Turnout by Democrats was way higher.
A number of factors could be at play:
-The fact McCain was not a tub-thumping REPUBLICAN; witness the fevered rantings of Rush Limbaugh.
-Republicans probably thought the election was lost anyway, the economy having tanked under their watch.

—4) Palin-drones
My wife was reading an article during slow-time at the post-office.
McCainiacs feel the biggest mistake McCain made was naming Sarah Palin to be his running-mate.
She was so ill-prepared, McCainiacs were embarrassed and their campaign become two campaigns: that of McCain and that of Palin.
No wonder in the final days of the campaign McCain was showing up with Joe Lieberman, the guy he shoulda named his running-mate. And Sarah-baby was off on her own, somewhere else.
The final nail-in-the-coffin was when those guys impersonating the president of France, called up Sarah, and she thought it was real.
Maybe not, but she came off with egg on her hottie face.
Ya don’t influence Pooty-Poot with legs!

We live in the small rural town of “West Bloomfield” south of Rochester in Western New York.

“I’m voting for Big Mac and the ‘Cuda” is a bumper-sticker my brother from northern Delaware photographed.

“You got your wish, Dewd......” is something my blowhard brother-in-Boston said to me regarding the downfall of the REPUBLICANS. All my siblings are tub-thumping REPUBLICANS, goosestepping to Limbaugh, and since I’m not, I’m reprehensible and stupid.

RE: “Barney Frank (gasp!)......” —My all-knowing, blowhard brother-from-Boston, the macho ad-hominem king, who noisily badmouths everything I do or say, thinks his Congressman Barney Frank is disgusting, and the root of all evil.

I call my brother-in-Boston a “NASCAR-dad.” (He has a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and is heavily into the Harley schtick.)

My wife of 40+ years is “Linda.” Like me she’s retired, but she works part-time at the West Bloomfield post-office, which can be extremely un-busy.

“Legs” is a ZZ Top song about slutty women. My siblings all said Sarah had “legs;” that she was “hot.” “Pooty-Poot” was president George W. Bush’s nickname for Vladimir Putin.