Who Can Beath Nixon?

[copied from dland]

I got this game in 1970, when we had to find a candidate to beat Nixon in order to save the free world as we knew it. You know how that went.

So now Hillary has declared her intention to run for president. *sigh* You know, I like Hillary well enough. She's got the liberal cred that I long for. But I hope she doesn't win the nomination. If she does, the Democrats might as well use this as their campaign slogan:

We Really Don't Want to Win!

Because I don't think she has a chance. Neither does Barack Obama, not now. He would make a decent vice-presidential candidate now, and a reasonable presidential candidate in the future. But I don't think this country will elect either of them at this point. Do we want to elect a woman or a true minority candidate? Then s/he's gonna have to be a conservative Republican. Just the first one, just to get the ball rolling. After that, it won't matter who or what runs on what ticket. Why? Remember that old Vulcan proverb:

Only Nixon could go to China.

That's why. And what we really really really need next time is for a Democrat to win, to sweep Washington clean and throw the blackguards out.

John Edwards looks the best to me at this very moment, but I'm reserving final judgment for now. I like Joe Biden, but I don't think he can win, either. You know who I really want to vote for -- Bill Clinton, of course -- but since that's prohibited by that little thing called the Constitution, I'll have to let that go.

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The other day, I used this expression in regards to someone and K didn't know what it meant:

Here's your hat; what's your hurry?

You know, it's not easy to explain that one. You're trying to get someone to leave fast, but you want them to think it's their idea and you feel bad about it? I just looked it up in Google, but although it's used by many many people -- apparently a popular blog-entry title -- I couldn't come up with a definition. Didn't look terribly hard, but there you go.

It's coldy cold cold out there today, in the teens. Freezing rain predicted for tomorrow. I've got one less to worry about, since R now takes the train into work, but K has her long day at school tomorrow, 10 AM to 8 PM. Maybe I wouldn't be so tense if I hadn't been trapped in that same university's parking lot during bad weather when I was there as an undergraduate. Well, at least she's got a cellphone, so if she's delayed, I won't be a nervous wreck the way my parents were.


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