I always find this time of post-election waiting the hardest. I'm usually not tempted to dip into the heated rhetoric and vulgar overspending of American elections that go on longer than other countries'. Longer, in fact, than is in any way appropriate. I'll just go ahead and get southern about it. They last so long and they spend so muc…
I always find this time of post-election waiting the hardest. I'm usually not tempted to dip into the heated rhetoric and vulgar overspending of American elections that go on longer than other countries'. Longer, in fact, than is in any way appropriate. I'll just go ahead and get southern about it. They last so long and they spend so much $$ and, worst of all, they TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY, that it boils down to one word TACKY.
But now the craziness has come and gone, the band has gone home, tents folded (of course they aren't, but officially election day came and went and now we have this impressive collection and sane analysis of numbers and I ,at least, can't tell if they are encouraging numbers or devastating numbers.
TC your particular way of sorting them, or maybe your distinctive "voice " have made them easier to swallow and still go on with the day. Thank you
yes, but one slight semantic quibble: to me, "tacky" suggests something that can be easily dismissed; tasteless but pretty low-impact. I'd never say that about all this keeping track of who's outspent whom. I think it's fundamentally evil.
or do I not have that right?
about this particular Substack, I agree. god knows I open my big dirty mouth here enough to show it..
I agree that what we have seen in the growth of a particularly brutal capitalism in this country is evil. And the heartlessness of it is "made in America." Evil is not a word I use often, but in this case I can't think of another one. As for "tacky," as used in my homeland, it refers to something so over the limits of decency that it's not possible to name it. I read somewhere in a novel I can't recall that "There are worse things than dying. There's being raped T here's being tacky." I know Im paraphrasing, and I think it was a novel by Anne River Siddons, but I hope you can dig out my point. I have overslept and am struggling my way into consciousness. A question of semantics, by the way, is never a slight quibble to an old teacher of literature.
I always find this time of post-election waiting the hardest. I'm usually not tempted to dip into the heated rhetoric and vulgar overspending of American elections that go on longer than other countries'. Longer, in fact, than is in any way appropriate. I'll just go ahead and get southern about it. They last so long and they spend so much $$ and, worst of all, they TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY, that it boils down to one word TACKY.
But now the craziness has come and gone, the band has gone home, tents folded (of course they aren't, but officially election day came and went and now we have this impressive collection and sane analysis of numbers and I ,at least, can't tell if they are encouraging numbers or devastating numbers.
TC your particular way of sorting them, or maybe your distinctive "voice " have made them easier to swallow and still go on with the day. Thank you
yes, but one slight semantic quibble: to me, "tacky" suggests something that can be easily dismissed; tasteless but pretty low-impact. I'd never say that about all this keeping track of who's outspent whom. I think it's fundamentally evil.
or do I not have that right?
about this particular Substack, I agree. god knows I open my big dirty mouth here enough to show it..
Good morning, David,
I agree that what we have seen in the growth of a particularly brutal capitalism in this country is evil. And the heartlessness of it is "made in America." Evil is not a word I use often, but in this case I can't think of another one. As for "tacky," as used in my homeland, it refers to something so over the limits of decency that it's not possible to name it. I read somewhere in a novel I can't recall that "There are worse things than dying. There's being raped T here's being tacky." I know Im paraphrasing, and I think it was a novel by Anne River Siddons, but I hope you can dig out my point. I have overslept and am struggling my way into consciousness. A question of semantics, by the way, is never a slight quibble to an old teacher of literature.