Oh 2012, we couldn’t have run you out the door any sooner and thanking all the Gods, Saints and other unseen life forms, we are glad you are gone. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass because you won’t be missed. Oh, of course there was some good times. There always is but as a whole you were a rotten butternut squash.
As we head into the new year, there are challenges we are looking at. First out: SUPERMAJORITY time in Tennessee. On one note, let us thank Speaker Harwell for wanting to limiting bills. On the downside, what bills will be introduced? It could go either way. It also could limit the minority ability to try to govern. You see, that’s why we elected these folks was to govern and protect the state. To be stewards of each and every Tennessean is really what I think this is all about and it is a privilege to be elected. I am personally watching through two hands in front of my face. Sorta like watching any one of the Hostel movies is pretty much how I’m frozen in place right now. Bills to watch will probably include guns in parking lots, wine in grocery stores (which has a shot at passing if the lobbyists don’t get hip deep into … umm … lobbying) and I am keeping one eye on worker’s compensation/small business initiatives and something, anything for rural areas. I think we also need to be looking over at our mountains in east Tennessee because a topless mountain is obscene as the bumper sticker goes.
I don’t know why but I am.
As it goes in this fine state, we are looking at a few new things. The TNDP will be holding elections for a new chair, folks are still looking for vibrant and sustainable income that isn’t just working three part-time jobs all at the same time and we will still giggle a bit when we say Mae Beavers name. It is what it is. We also will never be able to look at Rep. Scott DesJarlais again without thinking he is one of the things that is so wrong about legislating morality. I think folks are getting tired of the “do as I say and not as I do” politician. Maybe it’s just me. If you don’t get legislative news outside of Nashville, we are going to continue to see DesJarlais’ and his minions show up.
On a national level, John Boenher isn’t going anywhere and I will continue to wonder how he gets a nuclear tan so effectively. And by effectively I am worried for him. His ratings are in the toilet and he is the color of an Oompa Loompa. I am concerned because I think we all should be. As my grandmother used to say, “It just ain’t natural.” I can only hope that we avoid manufactured news stories in the next 12 months because we’ve been through so much of that in the last year that I have learned how to spit. I spit on the ground and have mastered saying the word “Meh” with such enthusiasm that I am scaring wildlife. Incidentally, I saw a wild turkey this morning on Old Hickory Blvd in Bellevue outside a dry cleaners. Doesn’t matter, just thought I’d share.
So here is to a new year and as a young woman said to me on New Year’s Eve “Let’s leave each day a little better than we found it. I don’t want to be part of the problem, I want to be just be better.”
Amen, sister, amen!