I can't stop thinking about tomorrow

I thought I'd jump briefly onto the political bandwagon since, let's face it, apparently they're letting absolutely anybody into the club these days. And since I can't seem to get away from being trapped inside affluent little bubbles of conservatism - having grown up in one and now straddling the border of another, a rare anomalous pocket of liberal Los Angeles - I resolved to give the Republicans a fair shake. After all, this is the party of Jefferson and Lincoln, right? I have these vague recollections from high school government class that conservative and Republican used to represent decentralized, limited rule, with an inclination toward independence from foreign influence. Sounds pretty good to me.

I tuned into the convention in St. Paul with an open mind, ready to be wooed by the guy everyone's been calling a rebel. And though I have to give props to John McCain for being able to pronounce the word correctly, he lost me as soon as he declared nuclear power to be a cornerstone of his energy policy. This not ten minutes after proclaiming his belief that we can't leave our children with the legacy of our irresponsibilities. Um, it's called nuclear waste. And like, they totally have no idea where to stick it (I have some ideas).

But the real deal-breaker came when the speech was over. When the applause was thundering. When the well-kept blonde wife and various other VIPs were sauntering onstage. When that appallingly heinous 1970's rock music came blaring over the PA system. BARRACUDA? Really? He may as well have busted out a little Styx, perhaps even one of the geographically inclined bands of the era, like Kansas or Boston. It's pretty obvious that they were going for that maverick sort of theme, made even more apropos by the choice of a rocker chick duo - a little homage to the vice presidential candidate Bugglehub refers to as a hot little nugget (no secret who he's voting for).

I honestly never thought I'd miss the Clinton-era Fleetwood Mac days. And now, I don't have to, because both those damn seventies songs just won't get out of my head.