A time for reflection?

After experiencing my first White Christmas in 35 years of drawing breath, I came to the conclusion that I sorta miss global warming, regardless of who or what is responsible for it. I write that in order to declare this: while many a well-meaning scribe notes that this is a season for reflection, I’m more in the mood to wish I was reflecting on when the next Corona is arriving while vacationing on a tropical island as opposed to reflecting on what entitles the people Nebraska to have their state’s Medicare fully-funded even though my state has more national titles in college football.

It is the nature of Hopenchange, though, that leads otherwise sane Americans like myself to consider such Hard Questions in such absurd manners.

However, Oklahoma isn’t a tropical destination - we have Corona, but it’s so cold right now that you can leave the box of beer on the porch, sans ice, and it will still be cold. Once the reflecting takes over, I find myself energized about my optimism that the Tea Party movement and Sarah Palin will merge; conversely, I find that I’m distressed about the Hopenchange Fever that has morphed into The Big Government Bubonic Plague. Although I try not to be overly-dramatic and stuffed full of hysterics, I find myself mostly reflecting about what could have been while watching my country being destroyed right before my eyes.

As you could probably deduce from the opening reference to “35 years of drawing life,” I’m 35, meaning that I’m a member of Generation X, the least-populated generation and, I’d guess, as responsible as any for the election of a young Senator with a vague history and few accomplishments to the office of POTUS. The potential consequences of this were chilling for me 13 months ago, and now they have vaulted into the kind of wild-eyed, formerly laughed-at Randian totalitarian quasi political fantasies that would have branded one a nut for embracing in any year that wasn’t 2009.

Tea Party types like myself are still smeared as “teabaggers” (Pulitzer winner Clarence Page, a Liberal I’ve always respected, was the latest) and Gov. Palin is still smeared with the same jambalaya of conflicting, caliginous jabs that have followed every politically dangerous Conservative (i.e. dangerous to Liberal power) since the beginning of the march of modern times.

This antinomy-lite shell game is one Liberals perfected during the eight years of George W. Bush. At times, he was painted as so dull and incurious as to not be competent enough to handle a flare gun, yet he also was accused – a Liberal “idea,” certainly not mine – of masterminding 9/11 in the most destructive, elaborate and fully executed internal plot against American society in our history, all while ensuring that all relatives of Osama bin Laden were able to leave the country shortly after the attack. And he read “My Pet Goat” for seven more minutes after learning he’d pulled this off, in their view.

Gov. Palin hasn’t acquired the kind of real power that Pres. Bush had as President, but her power in the scurrilous mind of fanatic American Liberals and entrenched, reach-across-the-aisle GOPers is challenged by no man. To them, the Governor is simultaneously absent political intelligence while politically Machiavellian, an extreme right-winger and a dangerous moderate, deemed irrelevant while she remains obsessed about by those who love and/or hate her, curiously silly and seriously dangerous to their current throttle on American power. In short, she’s a lot like Ronald Reagan in the late 1970s.

Curious.

What the future holds for Gov. Palin, I obviously have no idea. I know what I want the future for her to hold, though, and it begins with helping fresh, Conservative blood to enter the House 13 months from now. America is being run off the rails by a group of technocratic nanny sadists who prefer to repossess our wealth while insisting that the rabble (that would be the rest of us) not bother protesting too much. These degreed mouth-breathers look down at tea-partiers and Gov. Palin, while the bulk of us know that you don’t get out of debt by, for example, spending more money you don’t have.

There are few political terms employed more cynically than that of “public service.” Gov. Palin is that rare politician who has actually tried to behave as a public servant during her history of public service. It was probably shocking to those who didn’t like her to read in Going Rogue of her history of taking on her own party in general, and ethical lapses and outright corruption in particular. Three years from now, such a politician will be needed to clean up the mess that’s already been created, one year into Pres. Obama’s four-year term.

For me, that is worth reflection.