Somehow Obama and Clinton got into a fight over race and sex. Go figure. Or maybe it was just about race. Knowing Clinton's politics (Yale Law School fellow alum and all), there simply is no way this should have happened. Which of course means that they (Obama and Clinton) must now hate each other, since nothing else explains it. Which in turn is a measure of both their unremitting ambition. Le sigh. Why is that the people we have to choose between to lead the country have characteristics that we would not want in our friends who think of as having good judgment?
This we learn when get older and the scales are lifted from our eyes.
Approaching summer rainstorm, Eastern Iowa (4x5 Sinar, Schneider 90mm f/6.8 lens)
I always thought, perhaps still think, that the great thing about America is that anyone could become President. Meaning from Calvin Coolidge through the first Clinton, only three Presidents did not come from lower middle class or middle class families (FDR, JFK, and GHWB). All the rest pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps, in some way or another. One was an orphan. Another's father died before he was born. Another was adopted by his stepfather.
But this time around and last, the country seems to have fallen into legacy Presidency trap. And like in-breeding and the royal family, this cannot be good for the country. The man who perhaps deserves it most will be at least 73 if he wins and is inaugurated.
Tomorrow I leave for Seattle. I wish I could take my cameras. Maybe I should try to take my Contax, but 35mm yields so little info except with portraits.
This we learn when get older and the scales are lifted from our eyes.
Approaching summer rainstorm, Eastern Iowa (4x5 Sinar, Schneider 90mm f/6.8 lens)
I always thought, perhaps still think, that the great thing about America is that anyone could become President. Meaning from Calvin Coolidge through the first Clinton, only three Presidents did not come from lower middle class or middle class families (FDR, JFK, and GHWB). All the rest pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps, in some way or another. One was an orphan. Another's father died before he was born. Another was adopted by his stepfather.
But this time around and last, the country seems to have fallen into legacy Presidency trap. And like in-breeding and the royal family, this cannot be good for the country. The man who perhaps deserves it most will be at least 73 if he wins and is inaugurated.
Tomorrow I leave for Seattle. I wish I could take my cameras. Maybe I should try to take my Contax, but 35mm yields so little info except with portraits.