Wednesday, December 13, 2000

 

11:34 p.m. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but I watched both speeches tonight -- Gore's concession and Bush's -- Bush's -- gloating rosy bursting with good will and cheer and happiness and full of himself and all that is good and holy speech. He looked like a kid who's just seen the pile of presents under the Christmas tree.

I had to watch, but that's it. No more politics around here, I promise. I've stopped reading all the pro-Democratic email and I'm not going to any of the websites and I didn't watch all of Geraldo, but I did watch enough of it to do damage. Now I'm in the foulest of moods and I really should be in a cage instead of in front of a monitor.

A few years ago Bush won against Anne Richards, one of the most popular politicians that state has ever produced. He must be an amazing person to be able to win and win and win again the way he does, or maybe I'm missing something. Geeze, but I'm bitter.

I think it's because the Far Right Wing of Wackos, and make no mistake -- there's an organized cabal out there -- that group of citizens acts like they are the one and only true Americans and the rest of us ... well, we're left-leaning and suspect and now, ha ha!, we're big old sore losers.

1:00 a.m. So, I jammed a little more TV into my cramium (Nightline and Politically Incorrect, because I'm obsessed and I'm not ready to quit just yet). In addition, I've partooken of a few fabulous new cookies.

I'm not a big chocolate fan, but I really like lemon with sugar all over it. Lemon tarts, lemon mousse, lemon Tastikake pies, lemon wedges dipped in sugar. And now, something new: Have you see the new cookies from Pepperidge Farm called Spritzers? They are amazing bursts of white sugary -- yet tart -- lemonyness.

Regrettably, I've had a few. A few too many.

But we must never underestimate the healing properties of sugar. They use it on the battlefield as an antiseptic. Poured right into an open wound. That's what I've heard. Works for me.