February 26, 2016
Dear Everyone:
Did anyone see the
debate last night? I was
watching the latest round of
Republican
Musical Chairs when “Jeannie” called and started the conversation
with, “I can’t stand that
man!” True, there were five
people on the stage, but I could guess to which one she was referring.
A hint: His ego is
bigger than his hair.
The nominal purpose of a
debate is to show the audience know how much a debater knows about a
specific subject, and to give the audience a chance to see both sides of
said subject. However, in a
political debate, the object is to avoid answering a specific question
at all costs. It’s really an
opportunity for a candidate to demonstrate their
contortion
abilities, i.e., how many ways can one person tie him/herself into a
knot in a given time period?
Buzz!!!
At the center podium,
Donny, the Trumpet,
darling of the “Me
First!!!” crowd, given to the ultimate in
hyperbole.
My favorite, when asked why he couldn’t “show a little humility”:
“I am the most humble person you
will ever meet!!!”
Translation: “The
Emperor Has No Clothes.”
And he thinks he looks really, really good that way.
Next up:
Marco Rubio, supported by the
Tea Party
who, like a group of petulant schoolchildren, succeeded in “shutting
down the government” a few years ago, then later admitted that they
never expected their tactic to work and didn’t know what to do about it.
He’s young. He’s
enthusiastic. Kind of like
one of those excitable little dogs, yapping at the bulldog in the yard.
Also,
Ted Cruz, the Canadian-born Texan, who kept hammering at Donny, but
seemingly failed to muss the famous hair.
Then there’s
Ben Carson, who made a reference, in “fruit salad”, to the Bible,
but which the Houstonians evidently interpreted as a dig at homosexuals.
Get your code words lined up, people!
Ben Carson, pleading:
“Will someone attack me, please?”
That was because Donny got to respond every time one of the other
candidates mentioned him by name.
Not to be forgotten, if not forgotten already, there was
John Kasich, trying desperately to be the adult in the room.
Getting back to the Center of Attention:
I’m always astonished when someone mentions that Donny is 69
years old. That’s because he
behaves as if he’s still in the Fifth Grade.
Like the country really needs a Schoolyard Bully in Chief.
Screeching “doom-and-gloom” while portraying himself as the “only one”
who can “Make America Great Again!”
Always looking to the past, huh, Donny?
He’ll “build a huge wall” to
keep
illegal immigrants from sneaking into the country from
Mexico. Never mind that
most of the illegal immigrants aren’t coming from Mexico; they’re coming
from Southeast
Asia. Let’s just suppose
that he does build that wall and hands the bill for it to Mexico.
What’s he going to do when Mexico hands the bill back and tells
him where to put it?
Donny is preaching to people who demand the advantages of cheap labor
without accepting the consequences thereof.
Donny trumpets that he’ll “bring jobs back from China!”
But how will he square that with the
minimum wage
laws here? Is he going to
personally pay all those salaries over and above the
less-than-a-dollar-a-day that China pays its workers?
His billions won’t last long that way.
He represents himself as a Businessman who is not beholden to
Businessmen just like himself.
“I can’t be bought.
I’m self-funding.”
Translation: “I’m a rich
man’s son who thinks I can buy the
White House for
my own personal gratification.”
What’s next?
The Vatican?
Love, as always,
Pete
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