It's the President on line 1

Last week, Hillary Clinton. This week, Ted Kennedy and Joseph Kennedy (stumping for Obama), then Barack Obama himself, followed very closely by Bill Clinton (stumping for, well, you know, his wife). All in or around little old Corpus Christi, Texas in a matter of days.

And the other night, Michelle Obama called (stumping for, well, you know, her husband). OK, she didn’t just call me since it was a prerecorded message.

But all the attention might start going to my head.

Do you think they’ll still love me after March 4?

Maybe I ought to hold off on the speech accepting that cabinet position, just in case.

Happy Day Lovelies

Knit and felted hearts, LionWool

P.S. I opted not to take the little guys to see Hillary yesterday; the pragmatics were just too much for me. But we did watch her live on tv, and I was inspired, knowing that she was in my neck of the woods.

P.P.S. I am still undecided.

Next Time: My First Race

The Next Great American Snack Food

Smokey Bacon Popsicles.

Earn My Vote

In the quest for Texas delegates, Hillary Clinton will be stumping in our area tomorrow afternoon. I’m wondering whether I should take my preschoolers and go hear her.

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Dear Senator Clinton,

I am an undecided voter with small children. Health insurance access, Employment equity, and family- and child-friendly policies are all very important to me. Could you summarize your stand on these important issues using puppets? Much appreciated.

Love, Eglentyne
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Seriously, it would be hard not to vote for a candidate willing to explain things to children without fear of embarassing herself.

CM warns that the puppet speech should be a good one, lest mama be accused of selling out to a puppet government.

Presidentialness

Cass has nominated me for President. Of the United States, I think. (Note to Cass: you should let me know if you meant president of something else, like the National Dairy Farmers Association or Geeks Unlimited or whatever).

I am nodding politely in her direction and smiling. Thank you my dear. I think though that your poise and charm make you the better presidential contender. I see myself more as one of your back room deal-makers. Or perhaps a cabinet member. I could be your Director of Homeland Security, only I’d rename it the Department of Domestic Bliss. More Scope For the Imagination* in that one.

OK, maybe that’s just silly. But I realized as I thought about my presidential aspirations that by election time later this year, I will actually be old enough to run for president legally. The U.S. Constitution suggests that 25 is old enough for the House of Representatives, 30 for Senate, and 35 for President. The first two passed me by without a thought to running for elected office, but as 35 approaches (thoughts of Dante* drift lazily through my mind), I see that I should start taking this president thing seriously.

How to get started?

Realistically it’s too late to enter the race for one of the major parties. The Republicans and Democrats are already duking it out around the country to choose their nominees (this weekend, most notably, in Cass’s South Carolina for the Dems, and Florida for the GOP). So I guess I need some independent party.

So I guess that’s my assignment this week: Find a political party to lead to the White House.

Next time: More lame political jokes.

*Can anyone identify my two obscure literary references here? Snickerdoodles for anyone who can get both.