I could post about Virginia politics, but I really don’t have one ounce of energy left to devote to ranting about Macaca Goldstein, the Marriage Amendment, or, well, any of it, anymore. (In case you’re concerned: Macaca’s ok for a Jew, I have been assured by some of our local self-professed Right-Thinkers. After all, he still eats ham. Well praise the Lord and pass the ammunition! I know I was relieved, I’m sure you were too. Shame though, I guess he won’t be available to help light the giant Menorah my passive-aggressive side wants to put in our front yard this year).

So no, I won’t rant about Virginia politics. Or about robocalls, other than to mention that both our landline and my cellphone are being robo-called half to death and I’m going to go completely insane if this isn’t all over soon. Being stuck in the house all day, most days, all I can do is turn off the ringers and periodically clear out the voicemail. It’s annoying. I guess I shouldn’t feel too sorry for myself. Today’s Washington Post has an article about the phenomenon with this heart-breaking paragraph:

An Ohio woman, who did not leave her name, called The Washington Post in tears yesterday, saying she could not keep her phone line open to hospice workers caring for her terminally ill mother because of nonstop political robo-calls.

How horrible is that? There has to be a way to stop these things, or at least get a nationwide ban on numbers listed on the Do Not Call registry.

So if not robo-calling or Virginia politics, what to babble about?

Well, I guess that leaves me with Florida. That’s good. Katherine Harris is a goldmine of ranting material, right?

(an hour later)

Well, my post about what an absolute loon Katherine Harris got derailed before it even really got started, which is just as well because, really, who doesn’t think that Kathering Harris is a total loon?

I was going to preface my rant by noting that I’m possibly a bit biased in my loathing for La Harris as a native of Sarasota and the former President of the Sarasota Young Democrats. Then the post (which still sort of existed only in my brain at that point) digressed into a question of whether I was the President or Vice-President. It was never really clear to me. It wasn’t the best-organized organization of all time. I thought I’d try googling the group to see if it still existed and, if so, if there was a list of past officers anywhere because I was kind of curious.

So, I hit google.

The first hit is a blog post about attending a dubious-sounding meeting of the newly reconstituting Sarasota Young Democrats. (20 years later and they’re still trying to get organized? Yup, those would be Democrats).

So I click on the main page of the guy’s blog and see that he wrote Geek Mafia, a book I’ve had on a wishlist for a while. Then I take a better look at his name. Rick Dakan.

How it could have escaped me that Rick Dakan would be the same person as…Rick Dakan. Who I not only went to junior/high school with, although I am a bit older. (Still, total population of the entire school for grades 2-12: 800 students). Additionally, we also went to the same undergraduate college. Small, strange world. Or, possibly, I just have a brain like a steel sieve. Or, more probably, both. This is excellent (albeit old) news for Rick and I think it’s swell.

(The URL, which I glanced at before I ever even clicked on the first link probably could have also supplied some clues for me, since it’s rickdakan.com, but that kind of assumption hinges on me having enough caffeine in my bloodstream to think straight and, well, a little more common sense than I seem to be in possession of at the current time).

So, in summation: buy all of Rick Dakan’s books because he’s always been a mad genius. And never, ever vote for Katherine Harris because she’s a total and complete loon. (Do a google search for Katherine Harris and Israel and marvel in her sheer nuttiness. For extra credit I recommend the recent Washington Post article that contained this nugget:

“Former chief adviser Ed Rollins, who managed Ronald Reagan’s reelection to the White House in 1984, said working for Harris was like “being in insanity camp.”

And let’s not forget my personal favorite image from her whole campaign: Katherine Harris and the Possum.

Or, just skip the whole sordid mess and watch this video of a pelican eating a pigeon, which didn’t happen in Sarasota.