isms

It’s Friday.  This means I feel good and thus, you should too. 

I once wanted, desperately wanted, a circle that needed me, that wanted me, a place full of people who felt something was missing when I wasn’t there and noticed when I wasn’t there.  I wanted a community that wasn’t impressed with my name, income, accomplishments or anything else.  I wanted intrusive relationships with the kind of people who, when they “saw that coming,” did e

I used to have a separate page of "isms" for the last mayor with quotes tackling nebulous and goofball statements, such a State of the City Address where (paraphrasing) landowners were supposed to lower the price of their property so developers could by it for a song - and developers be the one to make a profit, not the landowners.

I want a basement.  After two major tornadoes have hit my county (one a little too close to home), I am of the mind that we need our own “Special Happy Place.”  (The newspeople kept referring to the “Special Place” last night.  That is funny to me).  We don’t have a Special Place in our house to ride out potential tornadoes.  Our house is not big.  We are low on closets here at the Smiff House and our “hallway” is not much of a hallway.<

Enclave shares an example of a Republican practicing identity politics:

The other day I dared to differ with local Republican favorite son Bob Krumm on his dualistic contention that Republicans (the Children of Light) don't talk about identity politics and Democrats (the Children of Darkness) do.