The Democratic pre-campaign, these days

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For the times…

You probably remember the old Bob Dylan song to figure put the rest of the title to this post. If you don’t, I’ll tell you later.About a week or so ago, I was feeling pretty down. I had no idea where my life had gone, or what the heck I was going to do about it. I was, to understate it on purpose, pretty unhappy.

What a change a week can do.

 

They’re free

All Venezuela, Colombia and a big part of the world followed closely the process of freeing two prominent hostages –former congresswomen Clara Rojas and Consuelo González– from the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC, after their initials in Spanish), today at an of course indisclosed location in the Colombian jungle. It was like watching people come back to life, which in a way is true: the two women had been kidnapped for more than six years. As I write this post, the two are flying to Caracas to meet with their family.

 

I love this!

This is absolutely priceless. Like Time put it, an African American guy with a “dangerous-sounding foreign name” won in an overwhelmingly white-populated state in the US. Simply… cool.

It’s too early to start really making a party, since the Iowa caucus is only the first. And as I understand it, the real important ones are New Hampshire, California and New York. But it calls to attention that particpation skyrocketed, especially among Dems, as did the youth vote. And on the GOP side, I profoundly lament that Ron paul didn’t even make the top three, though I am glad that neither Giulani (what the hell happened to this guy?) or Romney made it –they seem just too much of the same ol’ thing. I really don’t know too much about Mike Huckabee to make a clear comment, other than what I will say at the end.

 

One year that comes…

And so it comes again. The end of a year. Ol’ Mother Earth is completing yet another trip around the Sun. It’s something that’s been happening literally since the dawn of time for our planet, and yet we throw a party like it might never happen again. Call me cynical, but why?