Ugh, I’m in the middle of some madness, but here are two things to consider.
1. Rachel’s post on SJR 127, which is back up for a vote today and which, of course, is going to pass. This is one of the reasons I don’t give a shit about term limits. David Fowler isn’t in office any more and yet, he still gets as much say about what goes on in my vagina as I do. That’s not right. And I’m sad that evil, huckster fraud has not yet been brought down by some kind of hilarious scandal. But instead, he’ll get to continue to strip away the rights of Tennessee women in order to make himself feel like a man until… I don’t know… until the Legislature decides he’s an evil bully they don’t have to listen to. Which I don’t see happening any time soon.
2. I’m not the biggest Wallace fan, as you know if you read me, and I find suicide upsetting to a degree that it make me a mess to even try to talk about it. I say that all as a caveat to say that I cannot understand just what the fuck Franzen is up to. Is he just grieving badly or is it some kind of jealousy thing where he’s trying to position himself as the “real” quintessential writer of the late 20th century instead of Wallace or is he just a giant douche or what?