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Primary Burnout
Mar. 2nd, 2016 08:40 amI was so sad when Bernie Sanders lost Massachusetts last night. So sad. Rationally, I knew he was gonna get creamed on Super Tuesday, and he actually picked up more states than I thought I thought he would: Vermont, Minnesota, Colorado, and (who knew?) Oklahoma. But realistically speaking, his campaign is dead in the water.
Of note is the fact that Democrats are not turning out to vote in these primaries. That could mean that prospective Democratic voters just assume that Clinton will be the nominee and are not interested in, as they see it, wasting their time. It could also mean that somehow a Trump ascendancy has the feel of historical inevitability, and no one is interested in putting forth much energy to contest it.
It could also mean that more and more voters are choosing not to register as party members. In fact, most American voters do identify as independents.
I have no idea how I’ll vote given a choice between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. I'd never vote for Trump, but I might vote for a third party candidate.
Truth be told that though I disagree with Trump’s positions more, I have far more animosity toward Hillary Clinton. A highly personalized animosity.
And I don’t trust the rhetoric of either side that poses this as the final apocalyptic battle between The Armies of Night and The Forces of Light. Because in 2020, there will be another apocalyptic battle.
I get tired of apolcalypses.
A lot depends upon Vice Presidential candidate choices, I suppose. If Trump, for example, selected Ted Cruz as his VP, I’d vote for Hillary Clinton in a heartbeat because I loathe Ted Cruise. If he selects someone like Christie, though, I may go with a third party candidate.
If Trump selects Rubio, I think Trump wins. I think Rubio brings the Hispanic vote.
I’ve had a lot of arguments over that one.
“Maybe Rubio brings the Cuban vote,” B told me. “But there isn’t any homogenous Hispanic block in this country. Hispanic voters have ancestors that come from a really mixed bag of countries.”
I dunno.
As a gal with an ethnic surname myself, I’d be mighty inclined to vote for an Italian just because he or she was Italian. Paisan pride! And I will note here that a Tuscan Italian is a very different beast than, say, a Calabrian Italian, and no, they don’t speak the same language. Tuscan, Calabrese, Venetian, Neapolitan, Sicilian descended separately from Latin and are essentially different languages. To a large extent, they’re mutually unintelligible.
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No other real news to report.
I’m in disconnect but not too sure how to change that.
Max is doing better.
I’m keeping up with the novel because I made a resolution to keep up with the novel. I can’t say I’m particularly enjoying it or that I think what I’m writing is particularly good.
I’m exercising because not to exercise means to turn into a pillar of cream cheese! Not particularly enjoying that either. Listening to Season 2 of Serial, which is all about Bowe Bergdahl who went all Lawrence of Arabia while deployed in Afghanistan. It’s not as interesting as Season 1: Bergdahl is your typical Unabomber Lite personality and why the Army ever let him enlist is beyond me.
I'm making my bed. I'm showering.
I'm not cooking.
It’s meterological springtime, which means that shortly once again I can begin my roadtrips to interesting sites and sights in the surrounding region. The Hudson Valley is amazingly filled with such!
Of note is the fact that Democrats are not turning out to vote in these primaries. That could mean that prospective Democratic voters just assume that Clinton will be the nominee and are not interested in, as they see it, wasting their time. It could also mean that somehow a Trump ascendancy has the feel of historical inevitability, and no one is interested in putting forth much energy to contest it.
It could also mean that more and more voters are choosing not to register as party members. In fact, most American voters do identify as independents.
I have no idea how I’ll vote given a choice between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. I'd never vote for Trump, but I might vote for a third party candidate.
Truth be told that though I disagree with Trump’s positions more, I have far more animosity toward Hillary Clinton. A highly personalized animosity.
And I don’t trust the rhetoric of either side that poses this as the final apocalyptic battle between The Armies of Night and The Forces of Light. Because in 2020, there will be another apocalyptic battle.
I get tired of apolcalypses.
A lot depends upon Vice Presidential candidate choices, I suppose. If Trump, for example, selected Ted Cruz as his VP, I’d vote for Hillary Clinton in a heartbeat because I loathe Ted Cruise. If he selects someone like Christie, though, I may go with a third party candidate.
If Trump selects Rubio, I think Trump wins. I think Rubio brings the Hispanic vote.
I’ve had a lot of arguments over that one.
“Maybe Rubio brings the Cuban vote,” B told me. “But there isn’t any homogenous Hispanic block in this country. Hispanic voters have ancestors that come from a really mixed bag of countries.”
I dunno.
As a gal with an ethnic surname myself, I’d be mighty inclined to vote for an Italian just because he or she was Italian. Paisan pride! And I will note here that a Tuscan Italian is a very different beast than, say, a Calabrian Italian, and no, they don’t speak the same language. Tuscan, Calabrese, Venetian, Neapolitan, Sicilian descended separately from Latin and are essentially different languages. To a large extent, they’re mutually unintelligible.
##
No other real news to report.
I’m in disconnect but not too sure how to change that.
Max is doing better.
I’m keeping up with the novel because I made a resolution to keep up with the novel. I can’t say I’m particularly enjoying it or that I think what I’m writing is particularly good.
I’m exercising because not to exercise means to turn into a pillar of cream cheese! Not particularly enjoying that either. Listening to Season 2 of Serial, which is all about Bowe Bergdahl who went all Lawrence of Arabia while deployed in Afghanistan. It’s not as interesting as Season 1: Bergdahl is your typical Unabomber Lite personality and why the Army ever let him enlist is beyond me.
I'm making my bed. I'm showering.
I'm not cooking.
It’s meterological springtime, which means that shortly once again I can begin my roadtrips to interesting sites and sights in the surrounding region. The Hudson Valley is amazingly filled with such!
