One of my OpenSalon friends, Greg Randolph, has put together a devastating piece from a number of sources about John McCain and what we're not learning about him. With Greg's generous permission, here are a couple of choice paragraphs:
Many times throughout this election, the McCain/Palin Campaign have asked the question, who is Barack Hussein Obama? I think it only fair to lay out just who exactly John Sidney McCain is... There's a lot of information out there on the history of John McCain if people would bother to look for it. A lot of what we think we know about McCain is overblown. The "Maverick" persona, the P.O.W. and the moralist who is anything but moral.
Like his father and grandfather, McCain enrolled in the United States Naval Academy. There, he earned over 100 demerits. His reaction was that it was "bullshit."
But it was in his off-base activities that McCain truly excelled. According to one classmate, "being on liberty with John McCain was like being in a train wreck." It is unclear what being with McCain during his presidency would be like for the nation. Unfortunately, America has no direct experience from which to draw with a president who was a temperamental son of a distinguished military man and who in college was a temperamental fuckup who liked to party. What could possibly be so dangerous about that?
There's more. I invite you to read Greg's entire post at his OpenSalon page. If nothing else, it gives you a convenient link to send to your Rickey if they seem under the spell of Rush's latest talking points.
Showing posts with label election. Show all posts
Showing posts with label election. Show all posts
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Why Every Vote is Important
Voting. It is easy to fall into the trap of being complacent or disinterested or just plain frustrated with the whole process. Our nation's vigorous population is made up of people of every race, religion and creed. It may seem like democracy doesn’t work, or that it only works for people who don’t agree with you. Yet the founding fathers of the United States of America had a beautiful idea. They dreamed up this republic we live in, they tried to see into the future and create rules for a nation that would stand the test of time. And here we are over 225 years later and the USA is still here in all its glory and you still have a voice, a say in who represents you at all levels of government.
Election season can feel draining. The debates are hashed and re-hashed. Ads berate you while you are trying to drive to work, watch your favorite show or surf the internet. Candidates try to get their message out, convince you to vote for them and not their opponent. The election season may feel personal, particularly during presidential elections when it feels like so much more is on the line. Talking politics with friends and family can be uncomfortable. But try, ask their opinion, share yours, get more information and spread it around to people you know. Just always remember we are all people, we all have the right to our own opinions and don’t let special interest or campaign rhetoric invade your heart and generate anger, fear or hate for others.
Things your vote could do at the local, regional and national level:
- Reduce global warming and traffic congestion by approving a new mass transit package for your city.
- Defeat a local initiative to limit the rights of a minority group.
Elect a new land commissioner in your state who will work with private interests and conservation groups to find a better balance. - Send a corrupt Senator or Congressperson packing and replace them with a fresh face and a new chance in Congress.
- Elect a President of the United States who you feel can lead us best through the next four years.
But if you don’t vote, you’ll never know.
Friday, October 24, 2008
How I Became A Lifetime Voter
As the purpose of RickeyPAC is to persuade, even pester voters to get out and vote, I feel I should explain why I think it's so important. How did I become a lifetime voter? For me it came down to three things: example, example, and good fortune.
My parents were regular voters. My dad had fallen under the spell of Barry Goldwater after reading Conscience of a Conservative at an impressionable age. My mom, too, was always at least moderately conservative though it seems to me that she is one of those voters the new and not-so-improved Republican Party has left behind.
The specifics of my parents' political evolution and how it impacted my personal politics is a story for another time. The important thing is, they voted. Even more important, one or the other took me to to the booth with them. We all have things that acquired a mystique when we were kids because adults got to do them and we couldn't, yet. On top of that, throughout my childhood till the time I cast my first vote in the 1990 primaries, Indiana used mechanical voting machines. To a young kid, a mysterious walk-in booth with lots of levers you could move back and forth was about as cool as it got. Of course by 1990 I'd lived through Ronald Reagan and Michael Dukakis's epic defeat in the 1988 presidential election, so a lot of the romance was gone. But it didn't matter. The pattern was set. I was finally getting to vote.
My second example was my senior year government teacher, Mr. Catanzarite. He was a great teacher, a small quiet man who was so impossibly gentle you'd never think of acting up because you couldn't imagine doing that to him. Mr. Catanzarite was absolutely passionate about something else besides teaching: that his 18 year-old seniors were registered to vote. I know he did get a number of my fellow students signed up, and I'd like to think he made a difference with kids whose parents weren't as regular in their voting habits as mine were. What a great example.
And finally, there was good fortune. As I was getting ready to leave Indiana for Vermont in 1990 to start my freshman year at college, I read a newspaper article about this guy running for Congress there, a self-described socialist, former mayor of Burlington, Vermont, who had a real shot at being the first independent member of the House in decades. To my pleasure, this man--Bernie Sanders--was scheduled to speak during freshman week. I fell in love, politically speaking. I switched my registration to Vermont so I could help send Sanders to the House. It is and will always remain the vote of which I am most proud of casting.
As I prepare to vote early in Texas, I will proudly take my son to the booth with me. Parents, take your kids. Make them see voting as something to look forward to when they're old enough. If you don't have a child, take a niece, nephew, godchild or neighbor kid (get parental permission first, we don't want you getting in trouble) to vote with you. If you're a high school teacher or volunteer, encourage your 18 year-olds to vote. Though it's probably too late to register them this year (unless your state has same-day registration), it's never too early to start planning for 2012.
Finally, find a candidate you're passionate about and support them. It doesn't have to be for president or Congress; it may be for a city or county position. Those offices are just as important and impact us more directly than the "sexier" federal or state races.
Above all, get involved!
My parents were regular voters. My dad had fallen under the spell of Barry Goldwater after reading Conscience of a Conservative at an impressionable age. My mom, too, was always at least moderately conservative though it seems to me that she is one of those voters the new and not-so-improved Republican Party has left behind.
The specifics of my parents' political evolution and how it impacted my personal politics is a story for another time. The important thing is, they voted. Even more important, one or the other took me to to the booth with them. We all have things that acquired a mystique when we were kids because adults got to do them and we couldn't, yet. On top of that, throughout my childhood till the time I cast my first vote in the 1990 primaries, Indiana used mechanical voting machines. To a young kid, a mysterious walk-in booth with lots of levers you could move back and forth was about as cool as it got. Of course by 1990 I'd lived through Ronald Reagan and Michael Dukakis's epic defeat in the 1988 presidential election, so a lot of the romance was gone. But it didn't matter. The pattern was set. I was finally getting to vote.
My second example was my senior year government teacher, Mr. Catanzarite. He was a great teacher, a small quiet man who was so impossibly gentle you'd never think of acting up because you couldn't imagine doing that to him. Mr. Catanzarite was absolutely passionate about something else besides teaching: that his 18 year-old seniors were registered to vote. I know he did get a number of my fellow students signed up, and I'd like to think he made a difference with kids whose parents weren't as regular in their voting habits as mine were. What a great example.
And finally, there was good fortune. As I was getting ready to leave Indiana for Vermont in 1990 to start my freshman year at college, I read a newspaper article about this guy running for Congress there, a self-described socialist, former mayor of Burlington, Vermont, who had a real shot at being the first independent member of the House in decades. To my pleasure, this man--Bernie Sanders--was scheduled to speak during freshman week. I fell in love, politically speaking. I switched my registration to Vermont so I could help send Sanders to the House. It is and will always remain the vote of which I am most proud of casting.
As I prepare to vote early in Texas, I will proudly take my son to the booth with me. Parents, take your kids. Make them see voting as something to look forward to when they're old enough. If you don't have a child, take a niece, nephew, godchild or neighbor kid (get parental permission first, we don't want you getting in trouble) to vote with you. If you're a high school teacher or volunteer, encourage your 18 year-olds to vote. Though it's probably too late to register them this year (unless your state has same-day registration), it's never too early to start planning for 2012.
Finally, find a candidate you're passionate about and support them. It doesn't have to be for president or Congress; it may be for a city or county position. Those offices are just as important and impact us more directly than the "sexier" federal or state races.
Above all, get involved!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Rickey PAC in the news
Jeff Inglis, intrepid reporter and founding member of Rickey PAC wrote an article on our endeavors to get Rickey to vote in the Portland Phoenix.
"A college friend, named Jim, recently got in touch, floating an idea that resonated with me, and likely will with other political-minded folks who believe this election is vitally important to our country’s future."
Read the rest of the article here: http://thephoenix.com/Portland/News/69999-Whos-your-Rickey/
The Beginnings of Rickey PAC
The idea for Rickey PAC can be traced to our friend Jim. In early October he sent an email out to a bunch of us who attended Middlebury College with him.
"I was in Las Vegas a few weeks ago for a trade show and I ran into our old buddy Rickey.
He hasn't changed a bit since the last time I saw him at Fritz's wedding. He's still snide, surly, and sarcastic. Same old Rickey. Love him.
Rickey lives in Nevada. A swing state. And he suggested to me that he may not vote this year.
Like many of you, I live in a state (Vermont) with absolutely no electoral clout whatsoever. Our 3 electoral votes are going to Obama unless he devours a live kitten on national TV on Election Day, and even then I'm not sure they wouldn't.
My vote won't count for much in the grand scheme of things. Neither will the votes of my fellow Vermonters, the Texan, the Californian, nor the Illini I've sent this email to. But Rickey's will.
The fate of the free world may rest in the hands of RICKEY. Just let that sink in for a second, Rickey.
So I'm starting a grassroots Political Action Committee with the sole purpose of getting Rickey to vote. I'm calling it: RickeyPAC."
"I was in Las Vegas a few weeks ago for a trade show and I ran into our old buddy Rickey.
He hasn't changed a bit since the last time I saw him at Fritz's wedding. He's still snide, surly, and sarcastic. Same old Rickey. Love him.
Rickey lives in Nevada. A swing state. And he suggested to me that he may not vote this year.
Like many of you, I live in a state (Vermont) with absolutely no electoral clout whatsoever. Our 3 electoral votes are going to Obama unless he devours a live kitten on national TV on Election Day, and even then I'm not sure they wouldn't.
My vote won't count for much in the grand scheme of things. Neither will the votes of my fellow Vermonters, the Texan, the Californian, nor the Illini I've sent this email to. But Rickey's will.
The fate of the free world may rest in the hands of RICKEY. Just let that sink in for a second, Rickey.
So I'm starting a grassroots Political Action Committee with the sole purpose of getting Rickey to vote. I'm calling it: RickeyPAC."
This is Why Indiana's In Play
My in-laws and the majority of my wife's extended family live in and around Elkhart, Indiana, or nearby in southern Michigan. I hadn't thought that Elkhart, dependent on RV manufacturing and ancillary businesses, would have been unduly affected by the double-whammy of high gas prices, but it has.
The New York Times' visit to Elkhart (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/us/politics/12indiana.html?_r=2&ei=5070&emc=eta1&oref=slogin&oref=slogin) is a perfect summation of why Indiana's in play for Barack Obama, who has a legitimate shot at being the first Democrat to take the state since 1964.
Until I moved away to Vermont to attend college, the longest I ever spent outside Indiana growing up was the two months I spent in Germany between my junior and senior years in high school. Most of that time was spent in South Bend, a city whose industrial relevance died years before I was born when Studebaker fled to Canada and took its auto manufacturing jobs with it. The hulks of the abandoned Studebaker factory buildings were a part of the landscape growing up. My parents no longer live in South Bend, so Elkhart has actually become something of a de facto hometown for me; my wife and I visit there at least twice a year to see our family and friends.
Elkhart, a city of about 50,000 people about 20 miles east of South Bend, always seemed to have it better. It proudly advertised itself as the "RV Capital of the World," manufacturing recreational vehicles and also doing a brisk business in customizing vans and even the occasional Humvee. When Arnold Schwarzenegger at the height of his action movie fame took delivery of a custom Hummer, it was big news, and the work was done in Elkhart. The people there are proud of what they do, and these manufacturing and customizing jobs support innumerable other jobs for people that build, install, or otherwise handle any of the parts people want for their RVs and custom vans.
Now, though? The New York Times has described Elkhart as "the white hot center of the economic meltdown." And it's as good a choice as any, and probably better than most.
"City services are on the decline, and hold-ups are on the rise — there were nine armed robberies or attempted armed robberies on convenience stores in just the last two weeks. On Friday, the front-page news of the paper, The Elkhart Truth, was about a local plastic company that was actually not closing its plant.
The busiest spot in town seems to be the unemployment office, where 20 people stood in line on Friday and streams more passed through. Bryan and Christy Fisher were among them. The couple lost their house to foreclosure this year, then found one to rent; next week they will downsize to an apartment."
Elkhart is a middle-class, blue collar town. Middle class in the real sense, not the McCain sense. One gentleman quoted in the article has seen his work cut to 8 days a month, and is worried about how he will support his wife and 5 kids, and be able to send his oldest to college.
While there are worries that people will vote based on racial prejudice, more people quoted say they are ready for change. And that certainly jibes with what I hear talking to my various in-laws. From state issues like Gov. Mitch Daniels' privatization of the Indiana Toll Road--which many Elkhartans rely on--to the current mess, there seems little love for Republican policies. People who were always seemed solidly Republican and with whom I've had at times vigorous debate, seem open to considering Obama, if they haven't already switched over.
In his current Salon.com post, Walter Shapiro writes about ways McCain might still pull this out. I would say that if he cannot convince voters like Bryan and Christy Fisher that he has the solution to the problems that keep them up at night, he might as well start working on his concession speech.
The New York Times' visit to Elkhart (http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/us/politics/12indiana.html?_r=2&ei=5070&emc=eta1&oref=slogin&oref=slogin) is a perfect summation of why Indiana's in play for Barack Obama, who has a legitimate shot at being the first Democrat to take the state since 1964.
Until I moved away to Vermont to attend college, the longest I ever spent outside Indiana growing up was the two months I spent in Germany between my junior and senior years in high school. Most of that time was spent in South Bend, a city whose industrial relevance died years before I was born when Studebaker fled to Canada and took its auto manufacturing jobs with it. The hulks of the abandoned Studebaker factory buildings were a part of the landscape growing up. My parents no longer live in South Bend, so Elkhart has actually become something of a de facto hometown for me; my wife and I visit there at least twice a year to see our family and friends.
Elkhart, a city of about 50,000 people about 20 miles east of South Bend, always seemed to have it better. It proudly advertised itself as the "RV Capital of the World," manufacturing recreational vehicles and also doing a brisk business in customizing vans and even the occasional Humvee. When Arnold Schwarzenegger at the height of his action movie fame took delivery of a custom Hummer, it was big news, and the work was done in Elkhart. The people there are proud of what they do, and these manufacturing and customizing jobs support innumerable other jobs for people that build, install, or otherwise handle any of the parts people want for their RVs and custom vans.
Now, though? The New York Times has described Elkhart as "the white hot center of the economic meltdown." And it's as good a choice as any, and probably better than most.
"City services are on the decline, and hold-ups are on the rise — there were nine armed robberies or attempted armed robberies on convenience stores in just the last two weeks. On Friday, the front-page news of the paper, The Elkhart Truth, was about a local plastic company that was actually not closing its plant.
The busiest spot in town seems to be the unemployment office, where 20 people stood in line on Friday and streams more passed through. Bryan and Christy Fisher were among them. The couple lost their house to foreclosure this year, then found one to rent; next week they will downsize to an apartment."
Elkhart is a middle-class, blue collar town. Middle class in the real sense, not the McCain sense. One gentleman quoted in the article has seen his work cut to 8 days a month, and is worried about how he will support his wife and 5 kids, and be able to send his oldest to college.
While there are worries that people will vote based on racial prejudice, more people quoted say they are ready for change. And that certainly jibes with what I hear talking to my various in-laws. From state issues like Gov. Mitch Daniels' privatization of the Indiana Toll Road--which many Elkhartans rely on--to the current mess, there seems little love for Republican policies. People who were always seemed solidly Republican and with whom I've had at times vigorous debate, seem open to considering Obama, if they haven't already switched over.
In his current Salon.com post, Walter Shapiro writes about ways McCain might still pull this out. I would say that if he cannot convince voters like Bryan and Christy Fisher that he has the solution to the problems that keep them up at night, he might as well start working on his concession speech.
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