I can almost smell the stinkbugs. Election night beside the Mercantile Store in Karnes City, Texas comes wafting back when votes are being counted anywhere. The cool night air, crickets and stinkbugs, of course, were all part of the atmosphere. Instead of a chalkboard against the brick wall we now have the TV screen, but the feeling is the same. In that crowded street decades ago the chalk paused under a candidate’s name and we held our breaths. On TV tonight a digital graphic pops on the screen and commentators begin dissecting its meaning almost before we can think.
Behind the political scene it is no doubt brutal, but I feel as General Patton did looking down in the valley where a battle scene smoldered. “War,” he said, “God help me. I do love it so.”
Hi Anhinga
Maybe I read it wrong but I think politicians & stink bugs are in the Birds of a Feather category.
By the way I deleted my blog about a month ago for a dumb reason & started it again a few days ago so the link in your blogroll needs changing as I have a different Name & URL for it now.
Blog Title: TazBlog
URL: http://tazblog.wordpress.com
Kind Regards
Tony
I worked counting ballots in the 70’s and we had key punch cards and Chicago pizza.
Stinkbugs seem more appropriate to politics.
Ooops…that’s should be 80’s (I think it was 1980).
Quote: “Politics: “Poli” a Latin word meaning “many”; and “tics” meaning “bloodsucking creatures”.” – (Robin Williams)
I hear ya on the weather radio, I heard it go off too, the second time I unplugged it and took out the batteries and was so angry, I was storming! I
Robin: Punch cards, eh? Do you still have a buggy whip around?
Taz: Glad you are back.
A.J.: Thanks for mentioning batteries. I would have forgotten those if I ever got that desperate. I could just see us the morning after a tornado scattered to the wind. The cops say, “She would have been alright if she had not yanked the batteries out of this weather radio.” 🙂