August 24, 2012

tune for our times

Never heard of the Raging Grannies, but this is destined to be a chart-topper; the coda at the end is especially delicious.  No surprise they're from San Francisco.

Meanwhile, the GOP convention is set to get under way amidst a hurricane.  Which means they could be, appropriately, all wet.

When I played college football, I was superstitious about the weather: if the game-day skies were sunny, clear and mild, we were sure to get a W; but if it was rainy, miserable or even cloudy, I was sure we'd get clobbered.
Of course it rarely worked out that way -- our best game happened on a cold, rainy Saturday when we knocked off a Top 25 team, while our most crushing defeat happened on a September day perfect for a barbecue.  Not to mention weather was the last relevant factor on a team once considered among the sport's worst.

Still, if I were a Republican, I'd be awfully nervous heading into the big gathering. A potential hurricane isn't the only rough weather on the horizon for them: the Akin mess, which could cost them control of the Senate; Mitt Romney's doubling-down on social issues and austerity by picking Paul Ryan as his running mate; their inability to gain significant ground on a weak incumbent president, poll after poll showing voters like Democrats better.

But I can't blame them for a bit of hubris, given that they've got what could be an unbeatable ace in the hole: tons and tons of cash, what former GOP Rep. Phil Gramm called "a politician's best friend."

And, unlike the Raging Grannies, they've got a million of 'em.

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