My middle name is Lurlene

I look at the diary board.  I have already recommended Kerry and every non-candidate diary I could find.  I have tried to write what is in my heart as I struggle to settle on a Primary candidate, but see no sense in setting myself up for the Hillbots and the Obama zombies.  See as a red, winner take all in the general, state Texan, the only presidential election I vote in that counts is the Primary.  I wander about at work, while I wait for my software that connects me to the China servers so very slowly, on kos and try to comment fairly on whatever side I see not being treated fairly or thank someone for something pithy.  And I am called....whatever.  

I listen to NPR on the way home.  And at 6:30, it is Market Place, which is even less heartening than kos.  Let me see, what did I learn today?  That a 1% increase in the national debt is nada compared to the recession roaring its way in.  

I wonder if it is at all fair to saddle Obama with the hell the next presidential term is bound to be.  The Rethugs have made such a mess of things.  There is no way anyone is going to be able to set aside tax dollars for health care of do much of anything but damage control and be a one termer.  If he is the man many people say he is, it seems a waste to bring him into play in this world.  

The only good news about the bad economy is that Market Place says the economy will push people to vote for Mittens as he is the strongest economically.  But I don't think that will happen because I don't think the south will vote for him.  And even my Rethug friends want a more liberal voice in the White House which for them is McCain.  Depression deepens.  I think of the vicodans I have saved for when my teeth get really bad longingly.  

And I say the only thing really left to say.  

I have pooties.  

I have 5 pooties and the great dane.  I will post more pics when I have more energy.  And some day, maybe even tell you more about being named after Lurlene Wallace.