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Open Thread - What are you doing Election Night?


Whew! We're here. We made it. Tonight, come what may, we'll know who the Electoral College the money machines the American People elected for President in 2012. So how to get through this long, long night?

Apparently Jay and Joy have invited themselves to my house to watch election results this evening. I found this out when Annette sent word that she and John are coming too. And David says if they get to come over.... See how this goes? Casa de Michele might be bolted shut and locked down.

My plan was start in with Bloody Marys around 4:00pm (officially cocktail hour doncha know) and switch to varietal wines right about the time I know whether to dance for joy or hide under the bed weeping. I had planned to do all of this wearing baggy sweats and a raggedy ponytail. 

But over to you - what are you doing this evening? Watching the results? on what channel? Going ot a watch party? What will you do if your candidate doesn't win? How many beds should I reserve at the Casa de Bouge alongside the rainforest of Georgetown, Guyana? #NoJimJones

And certainly not least - who voted? How long did it take? Any drama? Do share...

Are we there yet? A weary liberal's take on Election 2012


s/o to @CarolynEdgar who gave me this post idea with her blog this morning-

There's no way to prettify the truth - I'm over Election 2012. Way over it. I've donated, I've blogged, I've tweeted, I've assisted at Get Out The Vote rallies, I've volunteered on phone banks, I've already voted and I pledged to drive folks twice next week and on Election Day to the polls. I'm done.

Maybe it's just me but I haven't seen this level of frenzy and outrage and pathos and hyperbole before. And it's been at this fever pitch for months on end. Every day some new outrageous thing happens to whip us up. Every hour some new poll, some pundit, someone grasping for attention says something, does something and the spin begins yet again.

I've watched the debates (I scored them Team Obama 3, Team Other Guy 1), I've read the articles, I've seen the interviews, the posters, the pictures, the t-shirts. I've shaken my head at the commercials and I've been stunned speechless by the audacity of privilege.

I've stopped responding to rampantly racist emails, tweets and facebookery. Nothing I say is going to stop someone with years of ignorance from doing what they want in less than two weeks. I've (unfortunately) had to unsubscribe from most of the email from the Dems and progressives. Because I've used different email accounts, I can get fifteen emails asking me to give a little, sign something, make a call, show my support. Enough. (Though I did save the email from Maya Angelou, I mean come on - it's Maya Angelou!)

I've given up the news. Yesterday was my last straw. The rich idiot with the bad hair who shall not be named as well as the former VP candidate whose entire family needs to have several sides tipped me over the edge. It seems the best way to call attention to yourself is to say something so outlandishly offensive about the sitting President that media outlets can't help but cover it.

Good on them. I'm done, son. And there's a name for this. Election fatigue ya'll. I've hit the wall. Yes, I've gotten weary on the journey. It's not that I no longer care.  It's that this is a long-assed road trip, I'm getting car sick, the scenery sucks and I'm ready to reach the destination already. Come what may. 

Who feels me?

Don't expect Michelleness if you ain't Baracking it


What can I tell you - Day One of the DNC was some awesomeness. My personal highlights included Cory Booker's eloquence and fire (and purple tie); Former Ohio Governor Ted Strickland saying if Mitt was Santa Claus he would fire the reindeer and outsource the elves, the Teddy Kennedy retrospective where we saw Mitt flippity-flopping on the issues years ago in a failed race against the Tedster; Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick telling to Dems to get off dey asses and grow a pair (paraphrased), Lilly Ledbetter twanging her epic made-for-Lifetime-TV struggle against the man and San Antonio Mayor Julian Castro's dead on assertion that Mitt's problem is that he simply doesn't get it.

As engaging as all of that was nothing dazzled like FLOTUS. Michelle Obama (fellow Capricorn), came out with the hair laid and makeup flawless in a Tracy Reese dress and to die for J. Crew pink pumps. And then she delivered. She shared more than just an empty hearts and flowers about her man (side-eye to Ann), she stood up there and straight testified for Barack like she was pleading a Supreme Court case and preaching to the choir all at the same time.

Her obvious love, devotion and admiration for her husband, our President, rang true. She talked about his upbringing and hers. How they started out with a lot of love and a lot of debt. She took the anecdotes about her husband and related them to policies and agendas. She reminded the base that this was the same man they had voted for four years ago and he deserved that vote again today. It was a masterfully written and brilliantly delivered speech that held the audience captive. It was real. Here's an excerpt:

“I didn’t think it was possible, but today I love my husband more than I did four years ago. Even more than I did 23 years ago, when we first met,” the first lady said in a prime-time speech carried live by the major TV networks. “I love that he’s never forgotten how he started. I love that we can trust Barack to do what he says he’s going to do even when it’s hard – especially when it’s hard.”

Now, into this glorious moment a lot of the fellas on Twitter had their full Michelle admiration on. I completely understand that. I'm such a huge fan of hers. In my mind, I picture us meeting and becoming BFFs instantly. She is fabulous in ways many of us can only hope to be. But then some of the fellas went there. Why weren't more women on some Michelle-level about their men? Where was the ride-or-die? Where was the woman who would raise the kids, stay in shape, match them intellectually and be all that and then some? Where was their Michelle and why couldn't more women get like her?

Pump the brakes fellas. I stated on The Twitter that I wasn't sure I knew a man that would have me on national TV speechifying with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes for thirty minutes. Not tears of joy anyway. Michelle and Barack have twenty-three years in. They have put in the time and the work to make their relationship the beautiful vibrant thing we see today. When Michelle met Barack, she saw his potential, his intellect and his heart. They were well-matched in background, intelligence, ambition and physicality.

That doesn't happen every day. I don't expect a man to love me like Barack loves Michelle out the gate. I wouldn't step to a Barack level guy if I didn't think I was Michelle material. That street runs two ways. Don't expect a woman to ride-or-die for you and you half-assing it. Don't expect a Michelle while you Clintoning it up with random broads. As my Aunt Violet used to say, "Two birds need four wings to soar." Bring your own wings to the table fellas. That's all I'm saying.

Who watched the speech last night? Who wanted to sit down and compose sonnets about love, marriage and happily ever after when Michelle finished? For those of you in relationships - do you think you're in a Michelle/Barack zone with your s.o.? Those not in relationships, would you settle for less than that level of kinship, love and mutual admiration? Do share...

Dear Mrs. Romney, Your Blues Ain't Like Mine...


I could really only stomach ReThug Nation Convention for moments at a time. I just think when your entire campaign is about how much you hate the other guy, you've already lost credibility. As we head into Day 2 of the RNC, only Ann Romney seems to remember that folks are struggling for life and livelihood along the Gulf Coast. The apathetic callous disregard for regular folks continues.

And speaking of Ann... I've heard equal parts praise and condemnation of her heartfelt speechifying. From what I saw/heard/read/observed, she seems nice enough although clearly clueless and insulated from the reality in which most of us live. This is no political animal. She's no Hillary and she's no Michelle. If the best reason you can give me for voting for your husband is that he brought you home safe from the sock hop (where was it being held, Riker's Island?!) then I got nothing for you.

There was an opportunity here. I (and many others) have been saying for weeks that we just don't understand what the Republican message is. Ann had an opportunity to Sesame Street it out for us. Instead she wanted to let us know that her man is a swell husband and darn good provider. She loves her some Mitt.

Awesome, what's in that for me?

Ann's battle with MS would have been a great platform to explain what kind of healthcare plan Mitt foresees for the future of America. What is he going to do for people like me who came out of pocket to the tune of $22,000 in one year for healthcare? What about those who had to do without? What about job creation? Economic stimulus? Border security? Education? Senior care? Restructuring the NCAA BCS playoff system? I mean, throw us a bone Ann. Give me something so that I can find some commonality betwixt Team Romney and 90% of the nation? 

As she stood there in her silk-suited, blond-haired, Botoxed glory; I shook my head. Bless her entitled heart. She doesn't get it. She shared some story about her and Mitt eating tuna fish in a basement apartment but um ur - you both came from families of means. If you are walking a tightrope that is only one foot off the ground with a safety net, restraints and a paramedic on standby - that's not struggle. Look, I don't need an "up from the streetz" story to get behind you, but I need you to say something that resonates. Hell, I didn't come from struggle. I'm not looking for an up-by-the-bootstraps story, I'm looking to see what you did with the boot once it was on your foot.

If her job was to keep Mitt from looking like Richie Rich sitting on stacks while the rest of us are trying to making a dollar out of fifteen cents - she failed miserably. If her job was to tell us how awesome being in love with a rich successful man who loves you back is, she wins. 

But is that all you got? Alright then. I believe Mitt would make a great President... of the neighborhood association of whatever gated community they live in. And that's where he and his lovely wife Ann should stay.

Thoughts, comments, insights...
p.s. Did anyone else see Christie do a complete end around Mitt and post his bid for 2016? Whew!
p.p.s. How awesome is the DNC going to be when Michelle, Cory, Joe, Diamond Bill and Obeezy get to wig-snatchin'?

Hashtag Wednesday - #WordsForthePresident


BougieSis attended an event for the President yesterday. [Yes, I'm hatin!] Food and beverage was served, John Legend performed and the Prez wowed the crowd with his usual flawless delivery. She did not get a chance to speak with him personally but I wondered... what to say if you have one moment to speak with President Obama? 

Hence today's hashtag: #WordsforthePresident.

Mine? "Feel free to kick Romney's ass" - no? 
or "Can you Seal Team Six George Zimmerman?"
or "Good looking out on the equal pay for women thing."
or "Please visit Black 'n Bougie dot com"
Clearly, I have no clue what I would say once I got over the urge to squeal. "You totally rock!"

What say you? If you had that moment, what would your #WordsforthePresident be?