For those with short memories (me, I got that syndrome, so I capture more through repetition), I'm copying your prior post because it's spot on:

Obama has always been anti-stupid-war, not strictly anti-war.

Anybody who actually paid attention over the last few years knows that Obama never said that he was aginst any and all war for the sake of being "anti-war." The only people who believe that he was always anti-war just for the sake of being so are the far right wingnuts who want to believe that he is a weak-kneed peacenik and maybe a few ultra-lefties who habitually project thier visions of world peas onto their candidates of choice.

Obama has always said that Iraq was a mistake and that he was aginst what he called "stupid war." He has also always said that Afghanistan has been neglected by the Bushies. That he has talked about reducing our presence in Iraq and beefing up our presence elswhere in the ME (like where the people who attacked us live) should surprise nobody.

Smart, insightful and...yeh, feisty!...posts. Thanks.

Love back at ya.

You've shown it to me. I give it freely to thee.

You gonna get through this ok? Can't help it. I like you. And respect you. And I'm a worrier ;) It's early! Room for faith? GC does make me long for farmer's market fare. And a bagel (though me, onion more than poppyseed).

Felafels be fine.

Back when mom made home-made cake donuts? Yum.

Bagels...only with cream cheese. Or butter, maybe.

But anything can be too much ;)

Sounds like you've got a full house. Play your cards right.

I'm closer to the re-education camp in AZ (Sheriff Joe--whatta guy--snark on full decibel).

I don't know what to think about you! All these posts. I think I'd open my door, though. You made me laugh. Which is good.

I've read this thread, but veered from posting. Too much acrimony.

I'll keep this short, but I wanted to say, to you, that your post re: "grudges past" (paraphrasing) gave me heart. I believe we have a good (potentially great?) president-elect facing great odds a'gin him--and us, we the people. I chose him as my candidate fairly early in the campaign, and didn't waver (which does not mean: I stopped paying attention, and neither will I stop paying attention now--just would rather never hear the brand-name Kool-Aid term EVER again, as if I have no intelligence or power of reasoning). All the while, I never "hated" Hillary (right up there with Kool-Aid, I'd like to retire the phrase "Hillary-Hater"). I want this team to work. I believe it can.

I very much like tahini. Does that go with a martini?

Tabbouleh, though, is my fave. I make it better than any place I can find around the desert here to get it. One CAN overdo the parsley (though not ME, kind sir). Kind of proves all deserts aren't the same. My ex-boyfriend of a dozen or so years ago made wicked good Moroccan food, and him being of Algerian descent, escaped the Army to France (oh so welcomed--not), quickly moved into about 15 years into London-hood when we met, me still the Americano. What fun we had at the airport! Did THIS guy help pack your bag? That was pre-9/11.

Insomnia bedmate won over warm-real-body next to me. Nudging, that insomnia guy/gal, I suppose, to discover a thought-filled-and-filling post from GC.

There's a hell of a universe next door, but we can't go. Booked up. Or hermetically sealed. All my best friends over TWO are flawed. Grand great-nieces, me the Auntie Mame without the flowing bank account, but with umpteen quirks. One at one-and-a-half is pushing it. Way too smart (and observing the world every second she's awake). Another at three with whirling dervish and ideology up the wazoo. But no spankin' from me. Whine, hie thee hither! Wail loudly and rejoice and crow and even demand with a hefty stomp...hey, stick around! Need me some of that passion!

Critters R'Us.

Golden Mean? Or Greater Good? I ponder. Published a piece of a part of an unfinished novel once, online, having to do with no longer listening to God, just talking to instead. No answers expected. What are answers, anyway? Subjective at best, no matter the source.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell somebody when they're dripping on your keyboard or your life. Better in theory than in practice, recent personal experience (going both ways) tells me. STHU or STFU? Never quite found that possible. I was all of five, having a birthday party, when one of my kindergartener friends roamed to my mom in the kitchen to proclaim I was bossing everybody around just like I did in school.

Started re-reading my ancient edition of "The Women's Room," thinking I may need to reconnect to my feminist self. It's depressing. As it should be. Truth can be that.

I don't hate Hillary. I don't know her. I reserve the word "hate" for very specific situations, and rarely extend that to persons.

You give me too much to think about--thank you (she says facetiously yet truly) for exacerbating an already problematic lifetime condition.

GC, just call me GEH.

And I'll stick to what I call those little smart very young friends of mine...silly-billy, crazy-kook, boodlebum, rugrat, snuggle-muffin...etcetera...and hear what they have to rant about. Then, take that to the allegedly adult realm.

People, as sole individuals, do change if one wills.

Life happens.