Sunset Over Mexico

Culiacan Mexico, Summer 2004

This was the view from the roof of our apartment on a Sunday night after a rainstorm. It was the night before we started building the house, so in some ways it was the calm before the storm as well as the calm after.

Maybe it's fitting as the sun sets on John Kerry's run at the presidency. As of 10 pm PST it looks like Ohio is the new Florida, but that it is inching inexorably George Bush's way and that makes it just about impossible for Kerry to pull this out. Guess that will piss off those folks at moveon.org, huh? May be time to move on...

Honestly I think we'll look back on this election and realize that Kerry and Edwards' "Cheney's gay daughter" gambit might well be their "Dukakis in a tank" moment. There's no doubt in my mind that this election was winnable from a Democratic point of view, but they weren't bold enough to break away from the typical political cat and mouse game.

Overall, though, this election, like all of them, will demonstrate the usual annoying propensity for winners to act like asses and losers to be whiny criers. So what's new?

On the local front it looks like Christine Gregoire , a very successful state Attorney General, will squeak out a narrow win as Washington governor, which should be a good thing. And the Seattle Monorail recall is failing (which means the Seattle monorail will go ahead) so everyone, let's celebrate the legacy of Phil Hartman, sorry, I mean Lyle Lanley...

Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail!

What'd I say? Monorail!

What's it called? Monorail!

That's right! Monorail!

monorail, monorail, monorail, monorail,

I hear those things are awfully loud...
It glides as softly as a cloud.

Is there a chance the track could bend?
Not on your life, my Hindu friend.

What about us brain-dead slobs?
You'll be given cushy jobs.

Were you sent here by the devil?
No, good sir, I'm on the level.

The ring came off my pudding can.
Take my pen knife, my good man.

I swear it's Springfield's only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!


What's it called? Monorail!

Once again... Monorail!

But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...
Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!

Monorail! Monorail! Monorail!

Mono... D'oh!
And the sun will still rise tomorrow... (too early for some, of course... hope the hangover's manageable Jen ;)

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