Saturday, October 9th
Let’s jump right into the shallow waters of politics today. Last night I had the most unusual (and by unusual I mean frightening) evening. As many of you may have guessed from the adjective frightening and remembering the second presidential debate was yester evening, I did indeed spend it with the College Republicans. I have never seen such a bold display of unwavering allegiance. It was quiet akin to a barbaric gladiator match as my ears were filled with screams of adoration and support when Mr. Bush spoke and hisses of hate and dismay when Mr. Kerry uttered one of his many “totally huge lies that, like, are stupid”. This is not what the forefathers intended. I felt like a young student at the University of Berlin in 1933 and this really charismatic fellow had just become the new Chancellor and no matter what he said or did, we were with him and against all challengers. Of course we have changed our chants of mein furher to W, so at least the whole theory of progress is working (democracy trumps authoritarianism anyday). Embedded Disclaimer: Hopefully we all know by now most of these comments are tongue in cheek, but if not, I would suggest ceasing any continuation of reading these articles. All kidding aside, the College Republicans are a great group of students and I do admire and am in some ways envy their strong conviction and resolve.
As for the debate itself, I felt Bush fared much better than the last one, although he didn’t exactly set the bar all that high for himself did he? Bush’s most formidable force in this particular battle is his personable demeanor, which fortunately was given more chance to manifest in this most recent town hall format. They certainly came out with guns blazing; Kerry seemed to miss the mark repeatedly by continuing to attack Bush on his militaristic myopia but it’s war-not a jigsaw puzzle. My point is, and I know nothing about war, but I think it is nearly impossible to see all the pieces beforehand and it never fits together to make a perfect, rectangular mountain sunset.
(Speaking of which) Yesterday I took a trip out to Wimberley to take a look at a few homes for my grandmother, which was a rather pleasant experience. Wimberley, a sleepy town of about 5,000, is only fifteen miles away from San Marcos. It certainly had what locals would refer to as a Texasesque charm and the drive there was just beautiful. There were these heavy gray clouds in the sky which made for a very solemn and sobering drive. It would be great if she moved out here, although I know the heartbreak and angst that would surely pervade her spirit upon the exodus from her sojourn in Deer Park might be too much for one to endure. I’ve been waiting to use the words exodus and sojourn since for over a year, and I finally managed to put them into one sentence! This is the best day of my life J
All right, after that gem of a sentence I better call it quits, seeing as all else will be anticlimactic. But there is still half a weekend left and while I’m sure I will have no more College Republican encounters, there is still time to find adventure. So in keeping with the time honored tradition (well, I did it yesterday anyways) I’ll leave you with a quote:
“The rumors of my death have been mildly exaggerated.” (Samuel Clemens)
*John Kerry actually quoted this a few days ago in response to a reporter’s question, “What happened Senator? Just a month ago you seemed sure to loose.” He failed to credit Mr. Clemens.
All right, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’ll write more when there is more to say.
Until then, I remain, the proud owner of the letter W for a middle initial,
M. W. Rice
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