Good evening, and be forewarned. Jill has invited me to live-blog the next presidential debate, and I’ve wrangled the invitation into a de facto guest-blogging gig. I warn you for a simple, but important, reason: I have a strong tendency to try to say everything all the time, and to get wordy about it. For example, by abandoned first draft ran nearly 400 words before I said anything relevant to the US Presidential Election. I’ll try to behave myself.
My name is Ryan Rutley, I post in the comments, and you may remember my posting a few years ago under the name KnifeGhost.
I live in Victoria, BC (yes, Canada), and I’m an absolute geek for American Presidential politics. As you may know, Canada’s in the middle of a federal election (we vote on the 14th of October), and although I care, and have made up my mind (Green!), Canadian Federal politics are at a low point and I can’t be bothered to may any attention to it.
I remember that Reagan was at some point the president, and then some guy named Bush was, but 1992 was the first year I was aware that the election was happening and that one guy or the other won. I was 10. In 1996, I was making cracks about Bob Dole with my friends over ICQ. I was 14. In 2000, I rushed home after school each day to mix up a big glass of chocolate milk and watch the primaries on CNN. I was pulling for a Bradley-McCain election, had no particular love for Gore, and by November I was a big Nader fan. (Hey, I said I’m Canadian. I didn’t actually vote for him. For the record, Gore ran a dismal campaign, and should have fired everybody remotely tied to the Clintons in June.) I was 18. In 2004, I read Salon.com religiously for election coverage, was pulling for Dean (pettiest scandal EVAR), tried to work up a good head of optimism for Kerry, but we all know how that ended. I was 22.
Now, I’m 26, and the greatest leader of our generation (so far) is poised for a strong win in one month, and I think is on pace for a landslide. I’m here to try to provide some perspective, some analysis, some dare-I-say wisdom, but at very least I can promise some smartass one-liners. And that, ultimately, is enough to keep me happy.
I’ll wrap it up now because if I don’t I’ll write a novel. I’ll save that for, at the earliest, Sunday evening.
Thanks, Jill, for the invitation, thanks, readers, for the indulgence, and thanks, previous bloggers on Feministe, for being such illustrious company to now be a part of.
(Register to vote, if you haven’t already. I haven’t. Because in Canada all you need to vote is to prove your identity and address. And all citizens are eligible to vote. Cause we’re wacky socialists about that kinda stuff.)