If nature is kind to us, all seasons begin and end gradually with hint of warning for things to come.
Saturday morning I awoke to a crisp breeze-very unlike the other September mornings. My dog pricked her ears in a surprised fashion as she went outside for her daily potty. The fur on her back raised, her tail coiled… What’s wrong puppy???
Then I touched the patio window. Eeek! It was 45 degrees! My jersey knit robe suddenly felt like paper – not keeping my body warm at all. Hurry up and pee doggie!!!
That breeze our only warning. The day that began as chilly climbed to 74 degrees by its conclusion but still that morning cold jolt validated what I dread most about summer- that it is ending.
Soon I will trade in my wedge heeled sandals for a cute pair of Dansko clogs. Green leaves reveal their fall colors. Children selling lemonade will transform into little ghouls and goblins asking for candy. Whether I liked it or not, the season is changing. Goodbye sundresses and outdoor theater performances. Goodbye Italian ice man. The Chicago “hawk” is coming. Time for Afrocity to purchase the 20 pound September issue of Vogue magazine, put on her flannel big girl panties and deal with it like a woman.
But some do not deal with life’s realities so easily… Some whine and kick and scream by defying the truth.
Instead of finding pleasure in going coat and over the knee boot shopping, they stubbornly insist on wearing campaign season white shorts and flip flops well into October. They annoyingly play the liberal whine game well into November.
Political seasons change too you know. Any weather man will tell you that you can’t thrive during cold economic times if you can’t survive. There are political trends, election winners and losers. Thankfully some hurricanes fizzle out into tropical storms- like Hurricane Arlen (Specter). He started out weak, changed courses from right to left –then ended up being a disappointment to all and politically insignificant. Hard to keep up a good wind tunnel of trust when you are battling RINO-virus.
You never know who will be the season’s top political dog.
What once was a “do” may very well be a “don’t” .
Yesterday’s election “it girl” could quickly turn into today’s boob:
As the mainstream media points out, this will be a “fierce” political season for the Democrats. When you don’t conserve and gather enough support during the summer, a very autumn November can turn ugly.
From this article in the Quad-City Times:
GOP, Dems gear up for fierce political season
By Ed Tibbetts
September 6, 2010
Flag-waving tea partiers in Davenport [Iowa] and cheering labor unionists in Hampton, Ill., kicked off the traditional start to the political season in the Quad-Cities on Monday.
In what’s an already intense atmosphere, both Republicans and Democrats were preparing for the final 57-day sprint to the election, Nov. 2.
Democrats warned union members at the Salute to Labor picnic in Hampton about the perils of Republican control of Congress, saying they want to eliminate the minimum wage and the federal agency overseeing workplace safety.
At a rally of the Davenport Tea Party, activists criticized the rising federal debt, the new health-care reform law and increasing government influence in the economy.
“Government’s too big. It’s overreaching,” said Stan Gustafson, a pastor from East Moline. “I think the government’s got its hand in too many things.”
The most-cited example was the health-care law.
Many at the rally had harsh words for President Barack Obama, too. “He’s un-American,” Gustafson said.
Several of the tea partiers rallying at Brady and Locust streets emphasized they aren’t locked in with the Republican Party, though many said they planned to vote that way. Others also endorsed Republican calls to cut taxes.
It was clear they had no use for the Democrats controlling Congress.
Ouch! The ballot boxes overflowing with Republican votes will definitely signify a change in political seasons. Americans want protection against the whine flu.
No more hacking up our tax dollars while poring Kool Aid flavored cough syrup down our throats.
No you won’t!
If Obama thinks he is being talked about like a dog now, just wait until 2012. Another example of a change in political seasons is when Obama’s biggest fan’s like one of my 92 year old relatives say this:
“Every time Obama opens his mouth, I hate him a little bit more and more.”
When words like that are uttered by a woman who thought Obama was “competent” and “seemed like he could do the job” in 2008- my advice to our president would be to eat up that arugula flavored kibble!
Autographed Letter Signed,