3 is worse than 2. 3 is worse than 2. 3 is worse than 2.
Today, she is 3.
She’s sassy, she’s determined, she’s smart.
Everything I had hoped she would be…time to batten down those hatches and inquire at convents. 
Looks like I’m not entirely crazy. My favorite part of the article is how they reference “party elders” as though there is also a secret knock and hazing ritual.
I nominate my Mom to help. She’ll whip their butts into unity so fast it will make your head spin.
In fact, I nominate just about all the Moms I know. I mean really, we handle needy, self-centered, spoiled, ego-maniacs all day. We force them to share. We force them to play nice. We put them in time-outs for negative attacks.
Can you imagine Obama and Clinton in a room stomping their feet saying “but it’s MY nomination! MINE MINE MINE?”
Now sweetie, I know you have the Superdelegates, but Barack did get the people’s vote.
And yes honey, I know you won Iowa, but Hillary took Michigan and Florida. I know we told you they wouldn’t count, but Daddy changed his mind. Sometimes life isn’t fair.
So long as they get their act together, because I really don’t want to be saying…
I’m sorry honey, but you were too busy fighting with your sister, and that mean old McCain came and took your Presidency. Maybe next time you’ll learn to work as a team.
Much like when I wrote an open letter to Michelle Obama in December of 2006, I now find myself scratching my head at the response to my letter to Senator Hillary Clinton.
You people are crazy.
Alright, not all of you. In fact, I owe hugs and beers to many of you for your support. Even if you did not agree with my “whacky” idea that a candidate quit the race, you were respectful in your discussion. So thanks. And let’s face it, respectful in discussion is more than I usually am, so you get bonus points from me for keeping a level head.
The rest of you may just want to keep watching American Idol and worrying about Britney instead of coming back to this blog.
Some thoughts as I scan the hundreds of comments over at Huffington Post, at Digg, and here on Queen of Spain:
-candidates drop out of races all the damn time and states continue to vote in primaries that don’t matter. I live in California. My primary vote never mattered until this year. I’ve voted in PLENTY of elections in which it was already decided by the time my state got a chance. Guess what? You still get to vote in a general election. No really. I swear.
-If you don’t think Senator Clinton is divisive, read the comments in the last post.
-I don’t want anyone to give up on “fighting” for us or for themselves. Please. I realize the race is still neck and neck, I’m not a moron. What I was asking of the Senator was to sacrifice due to her inability to win over those Hillary-haters. She’s had time, it’s not working. That means if she wins (and mind you, if she does I am 100% behind her) we will be in a very similar situation as we are with George W. Sure, she’s on my team…but that does not change the hate. Yes, of course there are Senator Obama haters. OF COURSE. I just haven’t seen the same level of divisiveness with him. If anything, he’s winning many over.
-Superdelegates. Or as my son calls them, Super-sniff-my-butts, because he misheard me talking about them on the phone. But really, we might as well call them Super-sniff-my-butts. I’m really not liking these scenarios where Obama wins the popular vote and Clinton convinces more Superdelegates. Scary. And worthy of a revolution. As if the electoral college isn’t bad enough, now we’re faced with a frightening Superdelegate situation. Whoo hoo Democracy.
-What I was asking Senator Clinton do to was earth shattering and I realize that. I do not want a repeat of South Carolina. I do not want to see this party fight it out until the END of August and the convention leaving a bitter taste in all our mouths. The momentum of Obama’s campaign, coupled with the grassroots base and the divisiveness of Clinton does nothing but lead me to an early September of not just disenfranchised voters but near riots. I can’t be the only one who sees this coming.
-It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s at least pretend to get along. I’m looking at the Wisconsin ads now and am quickly becoming disgusted at both campaigns when I see where this is heading. It is not pretty and it is most certainly politics as usual.
We can talk more about this tomorrow-live on ooVoo. Tell me why you hated, loved, wanted to rip to shreds my letter to Senator Clinton. Tell me if you have a better idea how to heal this country. Or are you over the idea of bringing everyone back together? Would you rather just win in November and oppress those right-wingers for a few decades?
In the meantime, I’m off to hug some Valentines…
*titled especially for the grammar nazi’s
First I cursed a bit because the Internet went down.
Then I cursed a bit because the Republicans were debating from Florida and making my head explode.
Then I decided to play doctor with the kids, as Princess Peanut was sick of spinning around after dressing HERSELF.
The children promptly got a fan (being used as a ‘head cut bandaid’) stuck in my hair.
We struggled over who could get said fan out of said hair best.
Both children tried, some harder than others.
The fan was freed after Mom realized it was actually two different toys stuck together and could easily be pulled apart.
Our garage is flooding and I’m pretty sure my back yard could use a canoe. Maybe some rafts.
Pray the internet says on.
