Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea party. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

A tea party

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

The great-nieces and nephew come for tea. I am still battling to find my full Christmas spirit, and so it was an excellent tonic to put on a special festive feast. I was also having a very, very bad hair day. But here is the wonderful thing about small people. They really do not care about the hair. They roar into the house, laugh and hug and skip, open eyes like saucers at the various foods on the table, grin their heads off, and tell you their news.

These particular ones also used my Christmas decorations as earrings, admired my tulips, and sang some songs. Then the oldest showed me her highland dancing. They also have a perfect habit of suddenly hurling themselves into one’s arms for a surprise hug. They find this very funny. (There is some science to show that hugging lowers blood pressure, calms the heart, and may even be the secret to longevity; so having the children here is like actual medicine for me.) They also stroked the Pigeon’s velvety ears, and now the smallest of the Smalls can say her name. He was excessively proud of himself.

For the tea, I made: tomato sandwiches, a favourite from my own childhood. Also, cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches. I even cut the crusts off. I made my special chocolate fridge cake, something I invented last Christmas, with hazelnuts and glacé cherries. There was shortbread (bought, not made; I am not quite that domestic godessy) and cocktail sausages and some carrot sticks and egg mayonnaise. I did some little cheesy popover things, also an invention, which are like a sort of cross between a fritter and a potato cake. I was not sure if the children would like those, but the oldest great-niece had four. She kept holding up four fingers and smiling beatifically to show me. And, since I am in a bit of a retro mood, we had lemon barley water to drink. It was very, very sweet.

Now they are gone and the house is silent again. There is just the faint crack and pop from the fire next door, and the slow breathing of the Pigeon by my side. I am going to have an early night and then tomorrow there is the Big Push on the post office. Wish me luck.

 

Some very quick pictures, as I am shattered after my entertaining. (Really must get some more iron tonic, for Christmas stamina.)

21 Dec 1 21-12-2011 13-08-51

21 Dec 2 21-12-2011 13-09-40

21 Dec 4 21-12-2011 13-15-49

21 Dec 4 21-12-2011 13-17-25

21 Dec 8 16-12-2011 13-52-02

The Pigeon, having an awful lot of fun with a very big stick:

21 Dec 15 21-12-2011 13-14-19

And showing off the famous velvety ears:

21 Dec 14 20-12-2011 15-30-37.ORF

And the hill, wreathed in atmospheric mist:

21 Dec 16 21-12-2011 13-21-45

Monday, 1 November 2010

In which I guard against generalisation and have a pop at the Tea Party, all at the same time

Posted by Tania Kindersley.

(Or, in which I bang on at some length.)

I love almost nothing more than a sweeping generalisation. It's a glorious rhetorical tool. 'Women,' I say, with authority; 'men, dogs, Americans, writers', followed by some definitive statement. Sometimes, even worse, I have been known to use the universal 'we', thus claiming to speak for all humans.

It's a shocking habit and I am going to put myself in the corner with a big old D for Dunce's hat until I learn the error of my ways.

The rock and the hard place is this. If you qualify everything you say then your proposition falls into creaky on one hand on the other hand fence-sitting. You may end up saying nothing. If you barge ahead with the general, then you risk being hated by everyone on Twitter, as poor Stephen Fry discovered when he did (or possibly did not) say that women do not like sex.

Lately, I have been rightly reprimanded for asking if America has gone mad. It was a naughty bit of bomb-throwing. What I should have said is that there are elements of the American body politic which seem a little crazed to me. That is not quite as sexy as claiming that an entire nation has gone nuts. It does have the advantage of being more correct.

The strangeness that has been exercising me lives mostly in the Tea Party. There is a parallel curiosity, which is how many in the media insist that the Tea Party candidates are not oddities, but tremendous representatives of real Americans and real American values.

Here is a selection of representatives from that great grass roots movement. See what you think:

In Delaware, the Tea Party candidate for congress, Glen Urquhart has this to say: ‘Do you know, where does this phrase ‘separation of church and state’ come from? The exact phrase ‘separation of Church and State’ came out of Adolph Hitler’s mouth, that’s where it comes from. So the next time your liberal friends talk about the separation of Church and State, ask them why they’re Nazis.’ Yeah, baby, ask those pesky liberals why they are all devotees of Adolph. Go on, ask them.

Talking of Nazis, there is the lovely Rich Iott of Ohio, whose hobby is dressing up in SS uniform and performing Nazi re-enactments. (Certainly not quite the home life of our own dear queen.) When asked why, he said: 'I’ve always been fascinated by the fact that here was a relatively small country that from a strictly military point of view accomplished incredible things.’ It was incredible, all that invading Poland and stuff. Iott later said the Nazi soldiers 'were doing what they thought was right for their country.' So that’s all perfectly fine, then.

Joe Miller, the Tea Party favourite son up in Alaska, not only likes getting his own private security guards to handcuff journalists who dare ask questions, but is a big fan of East Germany: ‘The first thing that has to be done is secure the border. East Germany was very, very able to reduce the flow. Now, obviously, other things were involved. We have the capacity to, as a great nation, secure the border. If East Germany could, we could.’ I love that ‘obviously other things were involved’ throwaway. Let us pause and wonder what those 'other things' might have been.

John Raese, the Tea Party candidate in West Virginia, wins the prize for unvarnished honesty: ‘I made my money the old-fashioned way. I inherited it. I think that’s a great thing to do. I hope that more people have that opportunity as soon as we abolish inheritance tax in this country.’ Too, too new austerity. And a perfect demonstration of standing up for the little guy against those snobbish Liberal Elites.

And of course, the best for last: the incomparable Sharron Angle, the Tea Party darling tipped to beat Harry Reid in Nevada.

She believes that abortion should be made illegal even in cases of rape and incest. When asked if exceptions for these should be made she said: ‘You know, I’m a Christian and I believe that God has a plan and a purpose for each one of our lives and that he can intercede in all kinds of situations and we need to have a little faith in many things.’ She also said that if girls did get pregnant with their rapist's baby they should 'make lemons into lemonade'.

She would like America to withdraw from the United Nations, which she believes has been ‘captured by the far Left’. She wants to eliminate the Department of Education, which she thinks is ‘unconstitutional’.

She also has a talent for the inexplicable comment. She told a Hispanic student union meeting: ‘some of you look Asian to me’. (Despite vast amounts of parsing, no one has been able to work out what quite what that meant.)

She has famously refused to answer questions from the press, and has been seen actually running away from reporters on several occasions. A few days ago, a couple of members of the press managed to get close enough to shout out some questions on foreign policy. Angle stayed mute for several minutes, until, finally, she stopped, turned, and said the immortal words: ‘The two wars that we are in right now are exactly what we are in.’ It’s genius. It’s Dada. It’s performance art.

Of course America has not gone mad. The enchanting Jon Stewart Rally for Sanity proved the continuing existence of crowds of moderate people of good heart, who are willing to go out in the cold with correctly spelled signs. Only 20% of Americans believe that President Obama is a secret Muslim. (I admit this could be interpreted as a slightly scary number, but I like to think at least 6% of them were joking.) It's just that the nutty people are very, very nutty, and so they suck up all the oxygen in the room. 'Candidate believes in science' is not a headline; 'Christine O'Donnell thinks evolution is a myth' is.

For weeks now, I have wanted to make a rash prediction. I kept shying away from it, because I have absolutely no empirical evidence to back it up. But here it is:

I think the GOP is going to do less well than predicted. I think they will lose the Senate and win the House, but not with the sixty, seventy, even eighty seats that some people are saying. (Nate Silver's worst case scenario for Dems is a loss of 78 seats, but I have heard some people talk of 90.)My notion goes against all polling evidence. I am almost certainly wrong. Mid-terms always go against the party in power. All reputable commentators are saying it is a wave election. In an acute recession, people get angry and frightened and want to throw the bums out. I just wonder if, in the quiet of the polling booth, the voters might stop and wonder about exactly who it is they are voting in.

After all that, most necessary soothing photographs -

The salvia, still flowering:

1st Nov 2

As is the brave little rose:

1st Nov 3

The sedum and the smokebush are in their pomp:

1st Nov 4

As is the acer:

1st Nov 6

One of my favourite little ferns:

1st Nov 5

The last of the leaves on the apple trees:

1st Nov 8

And the viola, because a Monday is not a Monday without a viola:

1st Nov 11

Finally, two sentient creatures who have not the remotest interest in who wins the mid-terms:

1st Nov 1

LinkWithin

Blog Widget by LinkWithin