kind of racist or something, and governors

I read a piece a few weeks ago, off Drudge I think, that was surprising because it stated flatly some European country's longstanding antipathy toward Obama, the latest thing, NSA, added to that antipathy. I forget which country and now I cannot find anything even close to it. (Bulgaria, Bavaria maybe)  The article said it was common knowledge that generally the whole country never did have much fondness for Obama, graffiti provided,  and my first thought upon reading that, the thing that pinged was emotion not thought, but it did have  words for it and words were, "F'k'n racists." 

Kabong. Flat as that. No other reason apparent. And it still isn't. I shocked myself by feeling it.  And hard. After thinking that, feeling it, I looked for a reason within the article and did not see any. 

That is how I get it when someone presumably more responsible and more rational more diplomatic than myself says such a thing. Including Obama. The conservative webosphere was aflutter this week, posts still up, with Obama remarking his poll numbers dip reflect a worsening racist streak among Americans, ridiculous, and each time I catch that I'm reminded of that feeling. It is real. We are stuck with it. That feeling is their whole reality, the whole lot, I think, and nothing you, I, we, anybody, says or does will shake it. Forever. It does answer everything. By feel. 

There honestly is no reason to examine the many seemingly petty reasons raised, no matter how Constitutionally dire, when flat wet blanket racism covers everything. That is what the first epiphany held.  It does sound stupid now writing  it out like this, but it was fully felt, backwards like that, a jolt by parallax provided by a new view of reacting emotionally to a European country's sorry-ass inexplicably bad attitude. It was an immediate and intense feeling. You had to be there. 

So there's that.

Two.  Governors are small. This one really got me. The same way, on an emotional level.  The dreadful penny dropped when governor-related things happened at once. 

Prefaced by this. I knew a fellow who made the news through his volunteer work raising surprisingly delightfully large sums for charity. Over a few years he worked out a system of collecting as he worked a usual job involving large rotations of clients and he turned in actual dollars at the end of the drive not just pledges as the other fund raisers do, there was a competitive edge to it. His reason: laziness. he didn't want to go back and collect. He wanted it over with each year. His individual sums surpassed corporate-matched group sums and he received a good citizen award from the governor for all that. Romer at the time. I went with him to Romer's office for a small ceremony. (By chance. Ended up touring the dome structure with him. The two of us flew around the whole place. It's like Hitchcock's Saboteur in there, the double dome of the capitol, between domes, through one, and outside at the top. The whole mountain range is described on the stone parapet. I know the top secret door on mezzanine level to the 19th century industrial metal steps the weave between the beams supporting the dome. The door with the sign on it STEPS TO THE UPPER DOME)  That is where he got hooked on television cameras, at the governor's office. He discovered a fondness for television cameras and developed an annoying proclivity for going to them at public events. When he sees a television camera it becomes a magnet pulling him away from us like a cartoon stretching his body away like the wavy lines of alluring aroma from a cartoon pie. A fast habit that was just as quickly ridiculed. A weakness. A smallness. 

Broncos win the Conference. Hurray. Go Broncos. And everyone is excited at the peak of it and everyone has something to say about  the whole thing and of course the governor is there too, "Hey look, a camera."

"Well, I guess I have to buy my buddy-governor a hamburger because before the game we were, we just made a bet that if…" 

Yeah, it's all about you and what you were doing and how you tangentially relate to the game. I clicked over to other post-game revelries  and within a minute there he is again, click, same thing agan. Camera, to camera, to camera, I'm seeing, after the game. What else is a governor wandering around by himself post Conference game to do? Seek a camera and talk about himself. Small. And the contrast between the gladiator types and the governor types is stark. 

I heard Cuomo. I heard a man stuff a quite lot of straw there into an old flannel shirt and take a potshot at his propped up scarecrow. Small in suggesting which portion of citizenry he does not feel comfortable governing. The feeling undoubtedly mutual all around. What was the intent of all that, to drive real people off, make real people feel his real discomfort? Invite extreme conservatives to take up a challenge in New York?