Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Earliest of Early Predictions.

"He'll win," my father stated in the most resigned, frustrated way available. When I tried to argue, he looked at me  with half-disgust and practically sighed, "trust me: he'll win."

If you didn't know my Dad and his Conservative, Republicanesque ideology, you would read his words as a prediction that a Tea Party-loving, Biblebelt-touring, Liberal-despising candidate would soar to victory on Tuesday, November 6, 2012. Yet, Dad wasn't talking about his candidate of choice.

He was referring to his president.

It is just another subject, added to the pile of disagreements, which has grown taller than Sears Tower. (We'd open an observation deck, but can't seem to agree on the hours of operation.) Yet, this disagreement is unusual in a sense. Dad cries that President Obama is made of Teflon and won't lose his job. I mourn that the President is so controversial and disliked that he will not get a second term. Neither of us wants to be correct.

Yes, folks, the 2012 presidential election is coming faster than a virgin male at a Hooters' wet t-shirt contest. Unlike the case of the virgin, however, the end result will not come quickly. With just over thirteen months until the election, let me be the first to tell you: the weeks of verbal assaults will be long, the campaign ads will be many, the debates will be patronizing and none of it will be pretty. By the time we finally select our candidates on that first Tuesday in November, we'll be absolutely worn out--much more than we already are.
I go on record today in this blog, predicting what I believe to be true: Barack Obama will not be re-elected to the presidency. It is not what I want, and it is not what I think is best for our country, but I am realistic enough to sit back, look at the tide objectively to see that the President is about to be yanked from safe shores and cast out to sea. 

Americans are looking for someone, something to blame for the way things are these days. We have always failed at accepting our national responsibility for messes and disasters (see Laws, Jim Crow or Affairs, Middle-Eastern Post-1948.) We don't want to accept the fact that President Obama is not to blame for the economic crisis that arrived at his new desk on January 20, 2009. And while we all hold him and his government to the expectation that things need to turn around, we are a society of instant-gratification which believes that three and a half years is more than enough time to tackle multiple-decades of financial misconduct, thank you very much. So what if he doesn't get along with Congress? So what if the majority in Congress is saying "No" to all of his policies and efforts, just for funzies? He's the President--he should FIX THIS.

So, we'll throw him out. We'll equate Barack Obama to Jimmy Carter, a man with noble, far-reaching plans who ultimately took on too much, alienated everyone and lost his ass on a plate in 1980 to a former actor from California. And just like we did then, we'll listen for a voice belonging to someone who gets stars in his eyes talking about patriotism and the 'American Dream'. We'll look for a man who may not have the sharpest policy-making intellect, but he's funny, down-home and appealing in a masculine way. We'll search for a "man's man"--someone that a regular guy such as, oh, I don't know, "Joe Plumber" could grab a beer with. And that's who we'll put in charge. 

Well, I'm sorry, but one Texas Governor was enough for me.

The American confidence in its government is the lowest that it has ever been. Still, before you decide that President Obama is to blame for your lot in life, please consider the following: we traded Jimmy Carter for Ronald Reagan, a man who tripled the national debt and ignored society's less fortunate. We got tired of the blue-dress floozie and scandals of the Clinton-era and elected a man who pissed off our allies, protected the wealthy from paying higher taxes and continued to increase spending abroad while ignoring dire domestic problems. In other words: is the grass really greener? Are these Congressional Tea Partiers, the ones who got their fame by saying "No", offering anything better than what the current Administration is proposing? Do you really think that the party who ridicules multi-bizillionaire Warren Buffett's call to increase taxes for the wealthiest people in our country is going to be the party that leads us out of a recession?!

As much as I tend to think optimistically, my forecast of the President's loss at the polls is a must for me: it'll be an easier blow to take when it actually happens. The GOP has a large field of recognizable folks these days, ranging from Sarah "Barracuda" Palin to Newt "Not A Reptile, I Swear" Gingrich. These two and other candidates who tend to suffer from Footinmouth Disease (see also Bachmann, Michelle) will find themselves waiting for the President in that same lonely sea. Yet, sooner or later, a frontrunner will emerge. He'll exude confidence, tell us that government is to blame for everything that we've attempted and failed. We'll buy it, we'll drink the Kool-Aid and that expected, cynically-driven cycle will start all over again. More than the troubled economy, more than any argument over the national debt and more than partisan politics: our own lack of patience will be our undoing and will headline President Obama's defeat. While I'll stop short of professing that I've always trusted the President's political integrity, I'll shout from the rooftops that I think he's trying to do a good job and is deserving of the confidence that he is trying to inspire in my country. Unfortunately, the American public won't agree with me. They usually don't, anyway.

Dad, I don't find myself saying this often, but I hope I'm dead wrong--and that you are totally right.





















Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Getting Knocked Up. Or Not.

I have felt surrounded by kids lately. My co-workers want
kids of their own so badly that I'm privy to everything from
their ovulation cycles to the 'onesies' that they find on sale.
One of my dear friends just found out that she is pregnant,
and some friends are in the process of adopting. I've been
seeing more and more kids and hearing more parenting
stories lately, and I'm not sure why.

(If you think that this is the part of the blog where I'm
going to declare that my biological clock is about to
explode and that I want children and that I have always
secretly wanted them, I'm afraid that you have mistaken
this blog for someone elses. My apologies.)

I don't hate children, okay? I don't even dislike most of
them. Yet, pushing thirty--an age where all of the people
in ones life seem to have or want kids (or more of them),
I can't even claim the desire for just one. Judging by
society's reaction, that somehow makes me a horrible
person.

Why? That stigma has always mystified me. I know in
my heart that right now, having children is simply not a
priority. I know that I don't have the finances that I would
want to have when bringing a new life into the World. I also
know that I have limited patience with children of any age
who cannot articulate what they want and/or need. I am
responsible enough to be cognizant of these factors. So
why does it seem that this self-awareness gives me a
socially acceptable ranking just slightly higher than that
of a known serial killer?

Here's the thing: people of like mind who don't want kids
get what I'm saying. Parents dont. A lot of parents see
the joy and reward in child-rearing and they think that
everyone should want the same. If you don't, you're just
odd and it makes you appear to have some sort of
deficiency in their eyes (I said some parents feel this
way--not all.) Those parents apparently feel that they

have something to prove (I've never understood that,
either.)

My parents were ages 42 and 39 when I was born. My
only brother is nearly ten years my senior. My youngest
cousin is fifteen years older than me. Needless to say,
I didn't have a lot of exposure to babies, toddlers and the
like. Although I had a few friends my own age, it was
noticeable to others that I preferred the company of older
women who were usually married. (It would sound so
scandalous if it weren't for the fact that I hadn't even hit
puberty yet and that most of these women quietly knew
that I wasn't...well...straight.) I wish they had clued me in.

But I digress...

The point is that my lack of exposure to smaller kiddos
did not prepare me to want any of my own. That is no
one's fault--because me not wanting children is not wrong.
Ask my loving, patient partner: I can be a selfish jerk. I
can be possessive of my time and, like most of us, I have
a tendency to be self-absorbed. But I know these things
about myself. And I think that potential parents must raise
themselves by strengthening their gifts and working to
minimalize their weaknesses--before they try their hand at
raising someone else.

I wonder how many infants would avoid being placed on
doorsteps (or worse, in dumpsters) if their parents had
taken the time to think about these things? Would welfare
reform have been such a hot topic had there been more
self-analyzation? Would the U.S. divorce rate be lower if
more couples fully considered their personal levels of
responsibility and commitment?

For now, I am quite content with my sixteen lb. Cat.
I feed him, I clean up his numbers one and two, calm
him when he cries (though not with a pacifier--I'd lose
my hand), and I both cuddle and play with him. Should
pets be considered children? No. But they're decent
training for those who desire responsibility of a mostly-
helpless being who depends on you for food, shelter
and support.

Like all other choices I have made, this one also comes
with a disclaimer: it is subject to change. I am twenty-
nine. At thirty-nine, after discovering more about myself
and figuring out more of my life, my comments could be
altogether different. All I know is this: when considering
becoming a parent, it isn't all about you. In fact, your
wants and desires are a miniscule fraction in this
equation. It isn't about how much fun you'd have. It isn't
about you leaving a legacy. It certainly isn't about
'keeping up' with your friends or the neighbors next door.
It's about what is best for the child--and I refuse to take
that lightly.