Hurricane Ike is barreling down on the Texas coast, should be coming ashore there sometime today or possibly tomorrow, and I suppose we will be in for some rain. Yesterday I was somewhat amused when they reported that “the hurricane is now passing over the western edge of Cuba and residents were being encouraged to evacuate.”
Evacuate? To where?
(It is after all an ISLAND in the middle of the Caribbean dummies.)
NBC is reporting the dictator of Korea (Is that right?) hasn’t been seen in awhile, and there is speculation that he is ill. The web is abuzz too. Amid swirling rumors that North Korean dictator Kim Jong-Il suffered a recent stroke, sources close to the diminutive madman revealed that his collapse occurred shortly after he learned of GOP presidential nominee John McCain’s selection of a running mate. Kim’s Stroke Related to McCain Choice
Our Reno, Nevada, correspondent sent me this yesterday:
“No matter how this comes out people are going to get what they deserve, nobody seems to understand that this is just bullsh**, a sideshow, and a poor one at that. I have no vote for either of these puppets.”
Art
He also included: LEBANON, Va. – What’s the difference between the presidential campaign before and after the national political conventions? Lipstick. The colorful cosmetic has become a political buzzword, thanks to Republican vice presidential nominee Sarah Palin’s joke in her acceptance speech that lipstick is the only thing that separates a hockey mom like her from a pit bull.
Democratic presidential nominee Barack Obama told an audience Tuesday that GOP presidential nominee John McCain says he’ll change Washington, but he’s just like President Bush. “You can put lipstick on a pig,” he said to an outbreak of laughter, shouts and raucous applause from his audience, clearly drawing a connection to Palin’s joke even if it’s not what Obama meant. “It’s still a pig. You can wrap an old fish in a piece of paper called change. It’s still going to stink after eight years.”
We seem to have forgotten that individual acts have moral consequences. If they don’t, then we lose our human dignity, which precisely is our capacity and obligation to make moral judgments. This is why current opinion seems to think we must vindicate our values and our dignity by washing our laundry in public every now and then. From a personal standpoint, this has been one of the most undignified campaigns in American Political History, on either side of the fence.
Face it, this garbage is national fare almost every night on any of the channels.
Such are the times.
Much like my friend Art, I often find all of this interesting, sometimes repulsive, ugly, and just plain unbelievable. It is no small wonder why when I inquire of someone with this simple question
“Who Are You Gonna Vote For?” …
I most often get …
Nobody, I am sick of this **** .
What we ought to do is come up with a totally new process, that will determine the character of a presidential nominee and see if he has what it takes. All this constant lame blather about experience, who has what for the job, who can do this with that, is tiring and redundant. It appears that we can no longer accept that a horse is dead in this country, we have to keep diggin’ it up day after day, to just insure it still smells bad.
Now we are being fed a diet of “old lame jokes or catch phases.”
If I read one more sappy interview about Palin or opinion on this McSame choice, Obammer … One more side bar on who has no experience, I am going to lose my lunch. With the current state of the world, economy, colonization of this country by foreign nationals, we surely have bigger fish to fry.
Wake Up And Smell The Coffee.
We don’t need to hear about mixed up, confused Soccer Moms, who kill and grill their own grub. Catchy notes on Designer Eyeglasses and smart dressers. More soundbites on misdirected virtually unknown politicians that are passionate individuals, considered poor choices made by seasoned veterans of the process, or that perhaps the choice was not a good choice by the lobbyists who run Karl Roves’, uh, McSame’s campaign.
I propose a new test for the Office of President. Let us give them the quintessence of political hot-bed experience. This elusive thing that they all seem to thirst for.
Put him-her (as the case may be) in a Volksagen with bumper stickers that read, “Fight Terrorism with Love … National Pride … Rosanne Barr for Vice Pres … Same Sex Marriages … I love the ACLU .. Gun Control Now … Bring me your Daughters … Jesse Jackson for President … Free OJ … Bill O’Riely’s my cousin … Rush Is Wrong … Hug A Californian Today” and then have him-her drive from one end of Alabama or Mississippi, to the other side and give the Highway Patrol in both states the day off.
If they (he or she as the case may be) makes it through either of the states … Then I say, they have the right stuff to be our Prez.
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Related: Wake Up America
