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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Adorably unsafe at any speed

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I was walking to the health club the other day, and I paused at the corner of Wayland and Pitman. It’s a bad corner: Wayland Avenue drivers are timid and hesitant, and Pitman Street drivers are aggressive and nasty.

 

 

I waited for all the cars to go through before I crossed. But the last car caught my attention. It was driven by a woman with something like a fox terrier in her lap. She was actually driving while resting her chin on the dog’s head. The dog was avidly looking out the side window, while the driver was looking straight ahead.

 

 

It was adorable, and terrifying.

 

 

I’m just thankful that the driver wasn’t on her phone, or texting, at the same time. Who drives with an animal in her/his lap? An idiot, that’s who.

 

 

In Flannery O’Connor’s short story “A Good Man Is Hard To Find,” all the trouble is initiated by a cat named Pitty Sing, who’s been smuggled into a car by Grandma. Disaster ensues.

 

 

Listen to Flannery O’Connor, kids. No matter how much you love your pets, don’t let them ride in your lap while you’re in the car, no matter how adorable they are, no matter how adorable you think you look while doing so.

 

 

All kinds of non-adorable things can happen.


 

 

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Rhode Island politics: Cicilline versus Doherty

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Rhode Island politics are always very strange. We’re a blue state, and Democrats are mostly in charge, but we have a strange habit of electing Republicans from time to time, especially as Governor. (Rhode Island Republicans are very different from, let’s say, Oklahoma Republicans; they’re much more middle-of-the-road than the national norm. That being said, they’re still Republicans.)

 

 

 

We have an interesting Congressional race going on in RI District One. The incumbent, David Cicilline, a cute little gay Jewish Italian from a family known to consort with the old Rhode Island Mafia, was formerly Mayor of Providence. I voted for him twice as Mayor and once as Congressman, and we all thought he’d run Providence pretty efficiently.

 

 

 

Until he left office, and it was found that the city’s funds had been horribly mismanaged, and Providence was perilously close to bankruptcy.

 

 

 

He’s running for reelection. His Republican opponent is a tough Irish ex-cop named Brendan Doherty. Doherty is breathtakingly unqualified for the position, by the way.

 

 

 

But he has integrity!

 

 

 

We are continually reminded that he has integrity!

 

 

 

(I’m reminded, somehow, of the old “Peanuts” comic strip, and Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin, who would rise only out of the “most sincere pumpkin patch.”)

 

 

 

In one of Doherty’s ads, he’s walking through a dirty alleyway, talking about how he took on criminals, and he’s not afraid to take on “those politicians in Washington.” Does he think, as a freshman congressman, he’s gonna be able to beat people up until they see reason? I think not. They’ll eat him on toast.

 

 

 

So here’s our choice: a suave rascal (Cicilline) who votes consistently with the Democrats and the Obama agenda, or a crewcutted blockhead (Doherty) who fairly oozes integrity, and would almost certainly vote alongside the Republican House majority, once they work him over a few times.

 

 

 

Whom do you choose: the knave or the fool?

 

 

 

I choose the knave. I don’t care if Cicilline roasts and eats puppies for dinner, so long as he votes the right way in Congress.

 

 

 

(This, by the way, is the same kind of reasoning that kept Teddy Kennedy in the Senate, next door in Massachusetts. Horrible human being, but a great politician, and he always voted for the right stuff.)

 

 

 

I wish I could vote for someone I could feel really good about, though; someone like Barney Frank or Paul Wellstone; someone I respected, and who also voted the right way.

 

 

 

But we ain’t got nobody like that on the ballot at the moment.

 

 

 

So we votes the way we gotta vote.

 

 

 

(Sigh.)


 

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Bad poll

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I don’t mind participating in telephone polls. I like telling them how I feel, especially in an election year.

 

 

However . . .

 

 

The phone rang around 8:30pm last Sunday evening. It was a young woman calling from somewhere else in the USA (she had a vaguely Southern accent, and had no idea how to pronounce names like “Cicilline” and “Doherty,” so she certainly wasn’t local).

 

 

The first few questions were okay. Have you heard of the following, and how do you feel about them? Paul Ryan: yes, and strongly negative. Barack Obama? Yes, I think I’ve heard of the President of the United States, for whom I seem to remember I voted four years ago, and yes, I think he’s done well. Mitt Romney? Yes, and blech.

 

 

Then my pollster (who, poor thing, was only reading a script from her monitor) began subtly changing the script.

 

 

Here’s some background: our congressman, David Cicilline, used to be the mayor of Providence (I voted for him every time). He did a pretty good job, we thought, and we sent him on to Congress.

 

 

Then the city crashed. Turns out that David was using up rainy-day money to run the city, and now the city is a mess. The new mayor, Angel Taveras, has done a nice job of trying to pull the city out of its financial morass. But – and I hate to admit this – David, bless his gay / Italian / Jewish heart, had a lot to do with causing this.

 

 

But he has been an impeccable congressman for Rhode Island District One. He has upheld the Democratic agenda and helped the President, which is Job #1 as far as I’m concerned, especially when the House is dominated by the GOP.

 

 

Is he a saint? Not at all. Is he the perfect candidate? By no means. Is he doing the right thing in Congress? But assuredly.

 

 

Then, kids, I am for him. I don’t much care about what came before. All I care about is how he votes in Congress right this second.

 

 

David’s current opponent for the Congressional seat, Brendan Doherty, is a former Rhode Island cop who’s never held political office. He (with the assistance of lots of outside-of-Rhode-Island money) has made lots of awful commercials, in which he appears with his sleeves rolled up, ready to beat up rowdy Democrats and Communists (both of which he apparently anticipates meeting in the House of Representatives), telling us how his experience as a Rhode Island state trooper uniquely qualifies him to root out corruption in Washington.

 

 

O-kay.

 

 

Leaving aside the irony of someone claiming that, as a freshman congressman, he’d be able to do anything (does he think he’ll be patrolling the aisles of Congress in a policeman’s uniform, bopping people on the head with a nightstick if they don’t do the right thing?) –

 

 

Anyway.

 

 

So back to this telephone poll. “How do you feel about Bran Dan Doggery?” she asked me languidly. (As I said, she had no idea how to pronounce any of the Rhode Island candidates’ names.)

 

 

“Strongly negative,” I said.

 

 

“Did you know,” she said, “that Barack Obama’s health care plan will gut Medicare?”

 

 

“No,” I said, “and by the way, that’s a lie.”

 

 

“Did you know,” she continued, “that the enormous debt that Barack Obama has piled up – “

 

 

“Enough,” I said. “These aren’t statement of fact. I’m hanging up now.”

 

 

And I did.

 

 

I feel bad for the woman on the other side of the line. She sounded African-American, and if so, I can only imagine how uncomfortable she was asking these questions. (I know, I’m making assumptions. So sue me.)

 

 

That was a bad poll. It was a Fox News broadcast masquerading as a poll. It presented “facts” that were nothing of the sort, and then innocently asked: “Does this make you more or less likely to vote for David Cicilline?”

 

 

I don’t care if David Cicilline runs down the avenue naked. He votes the way I want him to, and that’s all that matters.

 

 

I’m not voting for a single solitary Republican in this election.

 

 

Got it?


 

 

 

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Blizzards and blowhards, part I


Rhode Island just had another “blizzard.” It was a scrawny little blizzard, let me tell you. We had maybe ten inches of powdery snow, although it looked ferocious, what with all the blustery wind and such.

 

 

You must understand that Rhode Island has a thing about snow. Back in early 1978, there was a big unexpected snowfall that brought the state to a halt for several days. People were stranded everywhere – at their offices, in their cars, in their homes. I arrived in the state six months later, and everyone was still nattering about it. Now, thirty-two years later, they're still nattering about it.

 

 

To this day, when there's snow in the forecast, people go mental. “Milk and bread” is the catchphrase. The supermarkets are insane asylums; I went into the local market on the day before this year's “blizzard,” and it looked like a riot scene. There was broccoli on the floor in the produce department. People were fighting over broccoli!

 

 

So we're crazy. Okay. We're a small state, we exaggerate things. A few years ago, there was an early-December snowstorm that turned out a little worse than expected, and hit slightly earlier in the day than predicted. People got stuck in their evening commutes, and a couple of school buses were delayed. It was the Rhode Island version of the Apocalypse. It is still referred to, several years later, as the “December debacle.” I'm not kidding. People blamed this, if you can believe it, on the mayor of Providence. (That mayor, David Cicilline, a very nice openly-gay fellow, is Rhode Island's new First Congressional District Representative in the U.S. House of Representatives as of 2011, by the way.)

 

 

Actually, there was one particular local personality who kept yapping about it: ex-Mayor Vincent “Buddy” Cianci.

 

 

More about Buddy tomorrow. Stay tuned.