March 8, 2012
Dear Everyone:
One of the disadvantages to being “retired”
(spelled u-n-e-m-p-l-o-y-e-d) is seeing the “news” on TV
all day long.
(The alternative is “daytime television”, or the
Hallmark Movie
Channel. Need I say more?)
To wit: The national
“beauty contest”
squabbling over a
Republican candidate for the
Presidential election, which doesn’t take place until next
November.
Ask a
politician the time of day, and you get a
basket-full of “talking points”.
What you will never get is a straight answer.
“Getting rid of
Obama is the answer!”
What’s the question?
Doesn’t matter! Just get rid
of (fill in blank)!
Quick:
Describe the candidates in one word.
Mitt Romney:
Rich. In fact, he’s
Ritchie Rich, the comic book protagonist who buys whatever he wants with
great piles of cash. He’s a
rich man’s son who “knows business”, if knowing business means starting
out in the Board Room, not the Mail Room.
And since when would “knowing business” work in the
White House?
Yes, he wears jeans; but that doesn’t make him a
“pithy Man of the People”.
Any time he gets away from his “talking points”, he trips over his own
pith (“I’m not worried about the poor…”)
And I suspect that he secretly sends those jeans out to be
dry-cleaned.
Rick Santorum:
That’s easy:
Medieval. He thinks the role
of government is to keep all women barefoot and pregnant.
Newt Gingrich:
Newt? Who names their
child “Newt”? In any case,
he reminds me of a character in a
Tom Clancy novel.
Clancy described a career politician (hello?) as having always
worked “in public service”; which was another way of saying he had never
held down a real job. In one
word: Politician.
‘Nuff said.
Ron Paul:
Um. Is “fuddy-duddy”
one word, or two? OK, how
about picayune?
And then there’s good, ol’
Rush Limbaugh (not
actively seeking election just now.)
He called a thirty-something college law student a “slut” and a
“prostitute” because she spoke before a Congressional meeting about
wanting contraception medications, used for birth control and
other conditions, to be
covered by “standard” health care.
OK, here’s the thing about Rush:
He’s basically the national version of that annoying little
brother who put a dead mouse in your underwear drawer, just for the fun
of it.
Shriek!
Consternation! And there’s
Rush, beaming with the attention he just got which, when all is said
and done, is what he craves the most.
Then, when it blew up in his face, he trotted out
the tried-and-true “it was just a joke”
mea culpa.
You know, “those people” (homosexuals,
blacks,
women, immigrants,
legal and otherwise, anybody-who’s-not-Rush) have no sense of humor.
Query: If Rush had
called an African American male the “N” word, would that childish excuse
have bought him anything? To
be sure, Rush “apologized”.
And now he’s happily wallowing in the garbage, searching for another
dead mouse.
Just think:
We have another seven
months of this nonsense to look forward to.
Love, as always,
Pete
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