Someone Better Pander To Me

I’m having a really strong, visceral, negative reaction to Republican gubernatorial candidate Bill Haslam’s latest ad where he muses in his avuncular fashion about whether there is any way we can make Tennessee safe? Really, how can we achieve this monumental task? Oh, let me guess: tougher sentencing laws and ensuring our prisons aren’t like luxurious hotels!

These are nice agenda items of the industry-funded ALEC (American Legislative Exchange Council, which I wrote about here.) I’m sure Tennessee-based Corrections Corp. of America approves of that message, hell they paid for it. It’s also a nice little dog whistle that plays into peoples’ fears and the “conventional wisdom” that we live in a crime infested land filled with bogey men who want to steal your white women and your flat-screen TV. The fact that crime has been dropping across the state (and the nation) for the past few years is a little inconvenient for this message. Oh well, don’t let facts stand in the way of some fun little pandering.

And let me add: if Bill Haslam thinks our prisons are as luxurious as a fine hotel I suggest he stay in one next time he travels around the state. You know, save the campaign some money that might have gone to the Hiltons and Marriots. What an ass.

Jesus but I’m tired of hearing these stupid canards. You know the drill: we liberals want to offer hardened felons hugs and therapy and lollipops, but you can count on the Republicans to be tough and wield that whip! Bleed, felon, bleed! Everyone feel better now? Safe? Yes?

What I really wish is that we had a Democratic candidate for governor who could counter some of this nonsense. But no, we have Mike McWherter accusing Haslam of being a billionaire oil man who buys his oil from “socialist Venezuela.” Talk about the mother of all dog whistles! And this after the Haslam-hearts-Iran nonsense.

I’m feeling decidedly un-pandered to. McWherter is a joke — even worse of a joke than I feared back in July. I refuse to believe that McWherter was the best we Tennessee Democrats could do.

I can’t vote for either one of these clowns.

You know who panders to me? My dog. She loves me and lets me know every day. Maybe I’ll vote for her:

My Pick For Governor

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10 responses to “Someone Better Pander To Me

  1. >Never mind the dog. I just noticed those two cats. They're both females and that looks like a pretty suggestive pose there, lady. Just what kind of cat sex are you promoting here?

  2. >Aren't they adorable though? I need to change the picture but honestly that's my favorite cat photo, I just can't bear to remove it.They're just BABIES. Get your head out of the gutter.:-)

  3. >"Socialist Venezuela"?The most you can hope for is for someone to say "I remember the Cold War. I remember Fidel Castro. And Hugo Chavez is no Fidel Castro."

  4. >My dog farts a lot. Vote for her!Because, really, what's the difference at that point?

  5. tmk

    >need a picture of the grey/black/white spotty one – seen frasier and como and the sisters all more than once so far in recent memory.

  6. >You must mean Jolene. OK I've put a recent picture of her up. It's "arty."

  7. >My slogan since 1995:The more people I meet the more I like my dog.I've tested this premise a few times and it remain true. So now I just try to meet fewer people.I still love my dog(s). And my cat.

  8. >I teach a college class in a minimum security–trustee status prison. It is more comfortable than most folks would think and there are some amenities, but there need to be. Inmates spend years earning their way up to this status which is the best in prison. They have a two-person room and can have a tv with 13 channels that the inmates pay for and they buy their tvs. They have a coffee pot and microwave in their rooms, that they pay for. And they can have ice at night for their drinks. They don't have a lights out and can stay up all night if they want.As they describe it to me, the tv is a babysitter that keeps them mostly calm and out of trouble. But the place still sucks. It smells. The food is awful, unless you just love sodium and carbs. None of us want to be there and it is the best they can hope for. Oh, and they all work, mostly mowing and working in sawmills. Not really the easy life.

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