Sarah Palin, please grow up, shut up, go away or learn some English

Sarah Palin (on loan from
Sarah Palin (on loan from

In a blog post yesterday, Ms. Palin is quoted as saying:

I would think we all tear up during the national anthem at the beginning of a baseball game, don’t we? That’s an alikeness between Alaskans and New Yorkers.

Sigh. I think she meant to say something like “common bond” or “the bonds that united as as a nation” or even “similarity.” I am beginning to suspect she makes up words as she goes. She reminds me of Damon Wayans’ malaprop character on In Living Color. Malaprop is a big word, so I linked it up, in case Ms. Palin is reading… oh, never mind.

It really is time for the smart guys to be in charge. The beer-drinking buddies, the “Joe the Plumbers” are not the future of this country, they are its past. It is not cool to be dumb. It never was.

In recent decades, we’ve seen the damage one dumb man can do. We’ve also seen the damage a highly provincial man can do. Neither was good for this country as one led to high inflation and a hostage crises and the other led to wars, loss of a moral compass and submission to mob fear.

I’m not sure how many bloggers remained “anonymous” about their feelings on Sarah Palin. That women created a blog wake so deep and fast that if you didn’t attach your name to it, your blog was a waste of time to write or read. There was nothing about anonymity or boredom in that ride.

We’ve had a taste of what a smart Sarah Palin would be like. We call her Tina Fey. And the real thing pales in comparison to the imitation.

Election Message to Gen-Y

Do you care who wins this election? Here is why you should.

If you are 24 now, you will be 28 when McCain/Palin runs for president again in 2012. Incumbents are almost always favored to win elections, so most likely they will win four more years. That will make you 32 years old. Four years after that when we vote for another president, you will be 36.

No candidate really cares about what is important to a 24-year old. But, they do care about what is important to someone who is 36. What issues will be important to you when you are 36? Will you have kids? Will you own a home? Will you have a job that pays your health insurance? Will you be healthy? Will your parents still live independently? Will they still be able to help you when you need it? Will they have to choose between buying their grandchildren birthday presents or medication? Will your parents be one of the now 47 million who live without health insurance? Will they fall victim to bankruptcy because they had a stroke and insurance just got too expensive at their age? Will we have continued to drill our way out of our energy problems or have we started to look at other ways of powering our nation? How big will China really be? How important will our economy, culture and way of life that the GOP wishes to preserve be? Will the USA look like a boxer way past his prime or a regenerated culture that has learned how to grow old with grace and pass the baton with passion and dignity?

Will you look back at your 24-year-old self from your 36-year-old self and ask why you didn’t care enough to get involved?

You are not risking the next four years of your life by not getting involved. You are risking your entire formative adulthood where you will most likely choose a community, start a family, buy a home and have a dog (please, have a dog. We’re a lot of fun and we’re really smart!) You are risking the first 4-5 years of your childrens’ lives and the last 10-20 of your parents. And, you probably owe them at least one month’s rent already.

Do you want to live in a country that raises the human spirit, endorses the ideal that says human being can do anything they can dream or do you want to live in a country where new ideas are evil, sarcasm is the new rhetoric and your political opposite is your sworn enemy?

The time to decide is now. You’re not getting younger.

Grow your own roots

Grow your own roots
Grow your own roots
I was walking along the back road at the MetroPark and noticed this row of posts that looked like telephone poles, cut off about five feet high. On top of many of them were these little trees that started to grow in the rotting out center of the posts.

These young trees that are growing rapidly and happily atop these poles had no idea that their lofty outlook and elevated position were the result of a seed landing somewhat serendipitously on top of a pole that someone else stuck laboriously into the ground. The small trees were completely oblivious to the fact that their progress — while grand and far above all their other peers who landed on the ground — would eventually be cut unceremoniously short when the caretaker snaps them off the top of the poles during regular maintenance.

Yet, the seedlings that got their start of the ground have developed roots and grown slowly will continue to thrive, some even growing to tall, sturdy trees, far surpassing the poles that once surrogated the brash, over-eager seedlings.

It occurs to me that this odd relationship among the poles, the seedlings atop them and the seedlings that grew from their own root structure is an odd metaphor for the generational clash we hear going on in the corners of the Internet. While there are some GenY who are developing their own roots, many are sitting atop tree stumps that are not their own. After a while, their lofty perch will be exposed for what it really is; a rotting tree stump center for which there is limited room for a root structure.

But at that very moment this metaphor was at its clearest, I felt the urge to lift my leg and pee on something. I chose the closest pole.