Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Quivers in Ukraine. A passenger jet was shot down mysteriously. Today there are reports of two military jets downed.
These are reasons for worry, of course. We always have those, but these are not enough, I think, to fear that World War III will break out next Tuesday.
Vladimir Putin, and whoever succeeds him in his job, will presumably worry more about keeping Russia dominant in what used to be the Soviet Union than about scuffing with the United States. Barack Obama seems a moderate with no haste for a World War III. Let's hope his successor shares that view.
History courses emphasize wars; they're dramatic, but we have had times of peace and enjoyed them. Let's work to have more.
Londoners vote in British elections; Parisians, in French ones. Washingtonians? Our betters, as they must see themselves, allow us to elect a mayor and to vote for president--we are too few to matter much there.
But in the legislative branch, nothing. The District is allowed no senators--states have two apiece--and no Congressmen--states have from one to dozens depending on their population. The District has one token delegate who is not allowed to vote. Fair, hunh?
Efforts to change this require Congressional approval and Congress has always refused, jealous of its power and unwilling to amend the Constitution so as to share its power with us.
I do not exepect this to change in my lifetime.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
It's been kind of a quiet, lazy summer so far, which if fine with this quiet, lazy reporter.
My childhood baseball team--grownups aren't allowed to support them, they're too awful--are in last place in their division by, I think, nineteen games. Only recently they had closed to within ten, but they've gone back to work. Need to ask which team?
And it has nothing to do with work, but strawberries are coming back! Formerly wonderful, they changed to beautiful but tasteless. In recent years they've
started tasting like the real thing again.
So life goes on and getting old is sometimes even kind of fun.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
I saw a political column about Hillary Clinton's unofficial presidential campaign. One struck me as about right. Many more and we'd all be saying, "Why is she running so hard?" The job she seeks, after all--president, we assume--isn't available to the voters until the year after next.
In the meantime she wants, I assume, to look like the right woman for the job. She would be the first woman president, of course. Barack Obama was the first black eight years ago. If he could break one barrier, you can presuably break the other.
Avoid overconfidence is my advice. Remember that the Democrats had a sure frontrunner once before, Edmund Muskie. He disappeared and never saw the White House. Neither did the man who beat him, George McGovern.
Buy hey, go for it. It's a fun ride mostly. Ask your husband. And if you win, Lord knows what lies ahead.