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Until the debate I was undecided. I would really rather vote for someone that is a “better” combination of Ron Paul and Hillary Clinton. I voted for Obama. His presidency has, to say the least, been “challenging” for me. He did some good things, but not enough in my opinion, and I was not in favor of the auto bailout. I think he is a lousy salesman and his administration has miserably failed to “explain” what they’ve been doing. I supported the ending of “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, but felt he did not go far enough with health care and immigration reform. He should have pulled us out of Afghanistan during his first year in office.
Then, Romney clobbered Obama in the debate. I liked Romney’s style. To be honest, I don’t care how he supposedly manipulated the facts, there isn’t a politician that doesn’t. I took it personally that Obama screwed up – again. I voted for this man and I expected him to deliver – to demonstrate to me why the heck I should vote for him a second time. He let me (us) down. It was when Romney took his debate notes from the podium, folded the pages, then handed them to his son, that I decided to vote for him. I look for little things like that in judging people. I made the decision to vote for Romney.
That was about 48 hours ago. I’ve been nauseous ever since. And things have been happening to me – weird things. I was searching in the closet in my office for something when an African rain stick hit me on the head. I haven’t seen it for years, forgot I had it and have no clue why it reappeared. Have you ever seen one? It looks like a small log – about a yard long – with little rocks or pebbles inside. You shake it and it makes a rattle snake noise. It got me right between the eyes in the middle of my forehead.
Then there were the disappearing raisins. I made a tuna sandwich on delicious onion rye for my wife to take to work. I put a little box of raisins on the top of the bag for her as a mid morning snack. Well, she took something else and left both for me. I’m all alone in the house. I opened the refrigerator, saw the sandwich and raisins, got some water, then closed the door. I opened the bottle and took a sip. I opened the refrigerator to get the sandwich and the box of raisins were gone. Oher things happened too – there was that lightning bolt – but they’re to scary for me to discuss,
Something just doesn’t feel right since I decided to vote for Romney. I darkened the circle next to his and Paul Ryan’s name on my official general election ballot, but I keep getting the urge to white it out. It’s like a drumming in my head. Truth be told, I don’t think it’s Romney or Ryan per se, but it must have something to do with my hatred of former Bush Republicans. Guys like Dick Cheney and John Sununu. If these men become part of a Romney administration, I don’t think I could live with myself having voted against Obama.
The day after the debate, I saw Obama on television at a rally, all cheers and positive talking about wind and solar energy. I asked myself why is he still talking about that. A Republican friend of mine said to me that she wondered why Obama isn’t apologizing to his supporters for his terrible debate performance. She added, Obama is, after all, so good at apologizing for things. Well, that hurt, but she wasn’t entirely off the mark. Then the jobs report came out. I just can’t fathom those numbers – they don’t jive with the reality around me.
I really don’t want to see any more debates, I tuned out the political ads long ago and the press appears as lost and confused. They’ve been that way ever since Obama was elected. I have the bottle of white out ready. I was all set to commit to Romney, but I am absolutely not going to – can’t – give my support to Republicans. There is too much trash talking about Obama and the Democrats by Republicans I despise and hold partially responsible for mess the country is in right now. I thought I had it all settled in my mine, but damn it all if I’m not sure, again.
Just for the record, I was never in favor of any auto industry bailouts. Call it shallow or petty, but I wanted to see “them” fail as payback for all the crap “they” put consumers through. Would it help if I gave you just a small list? Recalls, overpaid executives, poor quality, low mileage, impossible to repair engines, expensive replacement parts, difficult access to things like air conditioning, filter and transmission, overpriced choices, terrible dealerships, miserable service and annoying misleading commercials. I despise how the car manufacturers destroyed Detroit and their reliance on tax payer dollars. Don’t forget that at one time car manufacturers were no better than the cigarette industry. Both have been responsible for thousands of uneccesary deaths.
The auto industry has a type of Todd Akin 50′s mentality where little has changed since Henry Ford installed an assembly line. Car salespeople are held in as much esteem as Congress and lawyers. Women buyers are not respected. Pricing is a shell game. Cars are perhaps more boring and alike in their designs now than at any other time in auto history. The interiors of most models are constructed of Crayola colors of cheap plastic.It’s a wonder the typical car doesn’t melt in the summer heat. No one talks about what’s under the hood anymore, the focus is on push button starting and if the vehicle is BlueTooth equipped. Cute has replaced style. The government has given the industry thirteen years to achieve satisfactory miles per gallon performance – all of which should have been accomplished years ago.
While everyone deserves to earn a decent living, I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with auto workers. I could only hope that teachers and other undervalued jobs could be compensated and provided with such “Cadillac” benefits as unioned auto employees. At the plant level, the auto workers I interfaced with were arrogant, lazy, uncaring and operated similar to oxygen starved whales. I experienced that both was in the United States as well as in Canada. There are no iconoclasts in the car business. Seriously bad management has plagued the industry and that combined with greedy unrealistic union demands makes the average engineering students was to dedicate his life to robots to build automobiles.
Then there are the dealers. Are these the small businessmen that Romney keeps referring to? Building it all by themselves? Getting their faces on television and radio shouting about the “deals” that will make you happy. Cars lined up at night in lots illuminated by wasted electricity.Their shady methods of conducting business backed up banks, credit unions and finance companies who insist on perfect credit scores for tightly held loans that few have access to. Buying an automobile is an experience similar to going to the dentist for a root canal. All the commercials in the world showing how awesome it is to purchase a car will not change people’s reality of “dealing” with a car salesperson as evil.
Is there hope? Hum. Can we say AMAZON?
Buying a car online is equally as frustrating and inefficient.
I’m not sure when I first heard Barack Obama speak. I was an over the road trucker back then hauling steel from anywhere to somewhere so it was probably on my satellite radio. I think he was a call in celebrity, as more popular politicians tend to be referred to these days, on that crazy NPR (National Public Radio) “game” show about the news – usually broadcast out of Chicago
It was then that I said to myself here’s a well spoken obviously smart guy who could be President of the United States. As a U.S. Senator he kept popping up here and there from time to time on both television and radio, and the more he came on my radar screen, the more I liked him. I appreciated his style and his politics. As now, I was then an undecided independent voter.
I was a Ron Paul supporter, then swung over to Hillary, then McCain was my man. It was the lack of Obama’s experience that greatly bothered me and if Clinton wasn’t chosen as Obama’s V.P. pick, then back over to McCain I went. But McCain’s selection of Sara Palin and that Couric interview with the magazine cluelessness drove me right back into the arms of the Democrats. Nothing about Obama and his birth certificate or the Rev.Wright relationship phased me in the least. I decided to vote for Obama only days before I went into the booth.
Let me be very honest. Part of the reason I wanted Obama to win was because he was Black. I wanted either a qualified female, Latino or someone of color to represent our country. I had long ago given up hope for a Jewish President, being satisfied that at least there was representation on the Supreme Court. I so bought into the Obama’s victory flag of hope and change, I so identified with the enthusiasm and passion of Obama, I was Barack Obama. His cause was my cause. His youth was mine. He was my guy – the one that truly understood what I wanted from government. If there was anyone among the field of candidates for President, based on all the times I listened to him even before he ran, he, I felt, was the clearly the right person to make it right in Washington.
Prior to his taking office, I was completely appauled wih the mess he was going to inherit from Bush. It almost seemed fixed to me – arranged for the Black man in some back office somewhere in Washington D.C., West Virginia or Wyoming. Sort of a Dick Cheney welcome so let’s see how you do you, you uppidty… But, I wanted Obama to succeed even more after that. To show them what he could do – what we could do. He didn’t have to be an experienced business executive to assemble a team of the best and brightest who would repair the economic mess and get us back on track. He was my super hero and he would have the right answers and take the appropriate action.
Failure to “us” was just not an option. He would gather up the Republican opposition with his slick, calm, legal and reassuring cool magic and move the Boehner’s and McConnell’s into taking action. They would work together, compromise for the good of the country, and create, debate and pass long overdue social and economic reforms. Affordable “Cadillac” health care for all – just like Congress had – would be a reality, immigration reform would make sense and benefit all concerned – our borders would be protected and our troops would come marching home from both wars while GITMO would be history.
I would be so proud of my President – so proud to be an American. However, as his time in office moved forward, more and more links fell clearly off the chain. It wasn’t just the opposition, there was a communications problem. The thrill over passing health reform legislation became confusion and anger. I was so carried away by the concept and symbolism of what we were trying to reform, I didn’t read the words or watch the process close enough. We thought we had what we had wanted, but we learned we didn’t.
The President said little or nothing. Even worse, the press failed to ask questions. At the same time it was if some large looming hand took a scissor and cut the value of my home and 401K in half. 99 weeks of unemployment benefits from my job that was eliminated due to corporate “uncertainty” was cut to 56 then to 26 weeks. I lost and could not afford to replace the health insurance I had. My wife, a teacher, was paid 1/2 that of a union teacher. Those teachers would lose their jobs as the cities that employed them went bankrupt.
Despite all the lies, distortions, empty chairs from the primarily White faces and religious zealots I heard in Tampa last week, I listened very carefully to what candidate Romney had to say. Sure it might have sounded too good to be true. Yes I’ve heard it all before. The difference is that I’ve never been so personally desperate for now for what he’s saying. I buy into that term “American Exceptionalism”.
Perhaps Romney – or his speech writers – hit just the right nerve, correctly tapping into what’s been bothering me for the past 3 1/2 years. Yet here was a Republican Conservative who through his parties mouthpieces – the Limbaugh’s, Rove’s, Bolling’s and others, preaching that we must all be good self-reliant Americans and successful job creators that should take care of ourselves and turn our backs on the needy, hungry and uninsured – telling me he’s going to take care of my family. That it was OK to have voted for Obama, but it just didn’t work out and now, again, it’s time to trust a new change agent named Mitt Romney and his side-kick Paul Ryan.
I am too old and seasoned not to be highly skeptical. One things for sure, I’m no longer Barack Obama. But deep down, I don’t think I can ever been Mitt Romney. I with a very open mind wait to hear what the Democracts have to say for themselves in Charlotte. It better be good.
I don’t think there is any question that the selection of Paul Ryan by Mitt Romney as his VP running mate has finally opened the doors to a “real” debate on health care issues. The national healthcare “system” in this country is a failure in terms of both cost and availability. Solutions have been brushed under the rug for too long and America has clearly lacked the leadership and courage to effectively deal with the problem. Maybe, just maybe, as this new national debate over Medicare expands, as the next Presidential election gets closer, we will presented with some doable solutions.
The primary flaw in our current process is the intertwining of our jobs and health insurance. Job #1 would be to eliminate employers out of the health care insurance equation. The cost and selection of health insurance should be solely the responsibility of the individual, not his or her boss or the government. The role of the government should be to ensure that the health insurance industry provides the most competitive services and prices to the public as possible. Should that fail to be the case, the industry must be regulated by government to do so.
The campaign promise that “everyone” should have the same “Cadillac” healthcare coverage as Congress, should serve as the benchmark. If that is Medicare, then that should be the foundation. That “plan” should then be sold to the public by a variety of private providers so that it could be purchased by everyone. There should be no mandated requirement to purchase such a plan. There would be no vouchers, coupons, certificates or exchanges associated with such a program. Medicare, for those 50 and over should go unchanged. Those that can financially do so should opt out of receiving benefits. For those between 18-50, healthcare insurance would be purchased as one would life or car insurance.
There is the ever present cloud of the people who cannot afford health coverage. That was what Medicaid was designed for. With ever more guidelines to reduce fraud, this system should continue, however, be redesigned to offer not only better care to patients, but a significantly improved payment system to providers. The objection to this has always been cost – how and why should “we” pay for this. The answer is both economics and ethics based. As our economy “stabilizes” or “normalizes” – as unemployment is reduced and Americans insist on a balanced Federal budget, the funding requirement for Medicaid should decrease and the impact lessened on taxpayers. Ethically, is all our responsibility to take care of every American that needs medical care.
What the American people must demand is simplicity. Obama care is not, nor ever will be simple. It was a worthy move forward, but rushed “disjointed” into law. It is both not enough and too much. It was never “sold” or explained properly, even to this day the majority of Americans do not understand it. The so-called “Ryan” plans for healthcare is also flawed. But clearer and smarter heads needs to prevail here. Too many Americans are being hurt by the delay. Call it my own ignorance, but this must be above politics. A better “system” can be achieved now, not in 2014. It should be the national goal.
I voted for Obama. I just couldn’t see John McCain and Sara Palin in the White House. It wasn’t a Republican or Democratic thing, it was a decision based solely on personality and age. I also bought into everything that Obama was promising from change to transparency. The fact that he was smart, articulate and Black was important to me. Yes, I wanted our country, finally, to be represented by a Black man. Seeing him get elected, made me very proud and I so desperately wanted him to succeed.
I liked Michelle, the daughters and Bo, the dog. I remember when Air Force One flew to Chicago to pick Barack up – the family had flown ahead of him – and he trotted up the stairs to greet the pilot. He was all alone. One man, having to deal with Bush mess. Him against the world. The steward, also a Black man, said Mr. President, what can I get you. Obama said a hamburger with Dijon mustard on a Kaiser roll. This was going to be my President for the next four years, and I was looking forward to everything he was going to do for us. I would support him anyway I could.
Fast forward and tomorrow is April 1st, the election to choose the next President is 7 months away. A lot has happened since the President got on that first flight on Air Force One to Washington, DC. And, honestly, I feel slightly confused and a bit more sad. Why? Because while I’m not that critical to call the last 3 1/2 years a failure, that’s too harsh, I feel very let down. I’m not proud anymore, I’m not excited and I wonder what happened. That’s where my head is at concerning the economy, “our” government and the election right now.