Dear John McCain – No thank you

I was listening to Voice of America in Ukrainian the other day, and lo and behold, there was a segment on how McCain is targeting Ukrainian-American voters.

And his entire shtick with that is apparently “f*ck Russia… I mean, I will help keep Ukraine independent.”

No, you’ll just “help” split Ukraine in two.

I’ve said this a number of times on my blog and I’ll say it again: McCain was a respectable politician, and I’ve always admired him from coming out of a POW camp and being able to hold it together and go to Washington. That takes chutzpah, no matter how you look at it. But now the whole McCain “brand,” as it were, is all about race-baiting and talking about how intellectualism is a bad thing but forced pregnancy is a good thing. This alone stopped me from voting for him. Never mind the whole Ukraine thing.

More creepiness from Carolina: dead bear cub covered with Obama signs

Once again, my state continues to shock me. Is this a threat? Someone’s idea of a stupid, sick joke?

First a reporter getting kicked at Elon, and now an animal shot to death, with Obama signs acting like some sort of funeral shroud.

Meanwhile, someone has sent in this postcard to PostSecret. Is this also a threat? An expression of dread? Dread for whom or what, though?

This election is equal parts hope and fear. And yes, I blame both McCain and Palin for helping stoke that fear. For implying and, in Palin’s case, pretty much saying, “look, there’s this boogeyman out there, there is this creature, this terrorist, and something must be done about it.” I think they knew exactly what they were doing. And now the entire thing is spinning out of control, but their precious fee-fees are hurt over being compared to George farking Wallace.

What about Obama’s family? What are they feeling right now? When someone you love is being presented as a terrorist, are someone who must practically be culled from society, and those being reaching out to have heard the dog-whistle loud and clear, what do you do with that?

Well, well, a reporter is attacked at a McCain-Palin rally in my very own North Carolina

At Elon, no less. For all I know, the asshole in question used to be my neighbour. The same sort who’d yell “go back to Russia!” after I resisted a boozy, grabby attempt at so-called flirting.

Am I surprised that this happened in my state? Not really. But I am dismayed.

North Carolina was and is a great place to live. It is routinely portrayed by outsiders as this terrifying no-go zone, when it is in fact a diverse environment, with all sorts of good, and bad, and plain fascinating.

Having said that, I have doubt that the McCain-Palin hate-fest is empowering and enabling the bad.

This thuggish contempt of media should give us all pause.

(And, for the record, no, I don’t think the attacker’s weight should have anything to do with the discussion, though I understand the impulse to bite back at him in a way that humiliates him. If that was me being kicked, I probably would have thought something very similar.)