Friday, September 28, 2012
Pondering numbers from the Edgar Francis Conant bench
Effluvia from the Hood River wildfire painted a heart-rending sunset yesterday evening. I watched it from the Edgar Francis Conant bench situated between Tabor-crowning Douglas-firs. Perplexed.
The yin of the day was delivered in a string of health-screening acronyms and numbers. TC/HDL, HDL CHOL, BMI, Glu, TRIG. All of them adding up to a single glaring fact: Dade, you're too damn fat. I'm abashed and ashamed.
The yang, on the other hand, comes from a different string of acronyms and numbers. Ipsos/Reuters, Rasmussen, FOX, Gallup, UPI/CVOTER, DailyKos/SEIU/PPP, JZ Analytics. Prognostication: Tea Party defeat and a national rejection of so-called conservative ideology.
Facing up to reality hurts. But I'm not afraid to do it. I won't lie to myself about the numbers.
Right-wing pundits, on the other hand, are whining and whinging and insisting that the polls that spell disaster for them are somehow not valid. Michael Tomasky has a great piece on it here.
I've got a lot of work to do to make things right for myself and for my wife.
What about you, Republicans? Can you face the truth? You've got a lot of work to do to make things right for all of us.