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by Craig Giammona
The Doodler Who Would Be Mayor (Source: The New Republic)
The storms pushing in off the Pacific have gained strength in recent days, wind and rain whipping us for hours at a time. Alaska Day has come and gone. The bald eagles have taken up their posts in the black poplar tree outside my apartment.
When the weather clears, usually for an hour or so, we glance up at the snow line, noting where it landed that day and its quick descent down the mountains toward town. It’s late October in southeast Alaska, and thoughts have turned to what we’re going to do when Sarah Palin becomes our governor again.
Filed under: GIAMMONA
by Craig Giammona
From where I sit, John McCain is winning this thing. I guess the post-convention miasma of goodwill and press coverage will eventually dissipate, but Obama still seems lost, perpetually on the defensive and facing an uphill battle for the White House.
Thanks, Governor Palin. And thank you, America.
I’ve had a hard time wrapping my head around this election. The last eight years have withered my fortitude, and living in Alaska, I’ve felt fairly detached from the whole circus show—a kind of “you can’t get there from here” effect. In the wilds of southeast Alaska, there are mountains to climb and islands to explore, and all this nasty election business can seem extremely abstract, even abstruse. I don’t have the stomach for the daily catcalls and recriminations. Increasingly, I find the whole process broken and depressing.
