The Meme-Mandated, Semi-Regularly-Updated, Occasionally Coherent Thoughts of G.M. Skarka
After her landslide victory in West Virginia yesterday, Hillary Clinton has to be stung by this announcement —
NARAL Pro-Choice America has endorsed…. the man in the race, not her.
Plus, Obama’s picked up another four superdelegates in various announcements today. At this rate, his expected win in Oregon will put him over the 2025 needed to secure the nomination.
SF author John Scalzi, on last night’s West Virginia primary:
“Poor, rural, working-class white folks in Appalachia didn’t vote for the rich urban former law professor senator from Chicago. They went for the rich urban former law professor senator born in Chicago instead. But since the vote went so overwhelmingly in one direction rather than the other, and rich urban former law professor senators with Chicago ties are otherwise largely interchangeable, there has to be another controlling factor here. I can’t think what it might be, though. Maybe it will come to me if I think about it.
Oh, wait, I know now. Poor, rural, working-class white folks from Appalachia wanted to strike a blow for feminism. Well, way to go, West Virginia! You’ve certainly done that. And now, clearly, you’ve shown that you’re the most feminist state in all the union.”
Bingo.
It took me 25 years, but now I can say that I’ve seen one of my favorite groups in concert.
Great show — made even more so by the fact that they played my favorite Police song of all time, the non-single “Regatta de Blanc” (which they included as part of a mash-up with “Can’t Stand Losing You.”). This more than made up for the fact that they didn’t play “Synchronicity II” (the only track from the wiki-listed “North American III” set list that was missing).
Perhaps the best part, though, was watching the people around me — folks who really only knew the big hits and are the sort targeted by the ret-conning of “Sting AND the Police”. It was great watching their faces as they suddenly discovered that Andy Summers is a guitar virtuoso and Stewart Copeland is, as
Elvis Costello’s set was a nice collection of older material and some tracks from his new album (including one which I featured on last week’s Friday Music) — he didn’t play “Radio, Radio”, which disappointed me — but Sting came out for a duet on “Alison”, which was quite nifty.
The Sprint Center is a nice play to see a show — I especially enjoyed the giant HD screen behind the stage, which gave us amazingly clear close-ups of Sting’s beat-to-crap and well-loved P-bass, and Andy Summers’ “Oh My God! They Killed Kenny!” guitar strap.
Waiting 25 years means that today my ears are ringing and I’m sore, but I finally got to see The Police — and I got my tour shirt, which, in true gamer fashion, I’ll wear for the NEXT 25 years.
