Is it disenfranchisement that Michigan’s and Florida’s voters will not be counted at the August Democratic Convention?
Or is it disenfranchisement if, when the popular vote is in and she loses, the Super Delegates overturn the popular vote?
Is it disenfranchisement that Michigan’s and Florida’s voters will not be counted at the August Democratic Convention?
Or is it disenfranchisement if, when the popular vote is in and she loses, the Super Delegates overturn the popular vote?
A hunter mis-speaks when he recalls tracking the deer 10 miles, following blood droplets. A fisherman mis-speaks when she remembers catching the state record trout, or would have if it hadn’t gotten away just as she was dipping the net under it.
But when a president claims to have dodged a hail of sniper bullets at an airport that turns out to have been populated an eight-year-old poet …
That’s exactly the kind of mis-speech that got us into Iraq.
New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer got caught getting some from girls who’s business is selling it to willing buyers.
So the former state attorney general goes on television and apologizes to his wife and three teenage girls and the people of New York, and says what he did was very wrong.
I guess if he’d go on and tell folks they were just jealous he’s getting some and they’re not, it wouldn’t be so bad. He got caught doing something he knew was illegal. He’s got a reputation for nailing bad people, such as prostitutes. He should just go away.
But that standard speech about how disappointed he is in himself — malarkey. How can a guy who’s got his education and success have such poor judgment as to have not asked Bill Clinton where to buy a box of decent cigars?
Why is it the default answer to almost every political question seems to be, Let’s go find someone with an ass we can kick?
“I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran, but I know Jesus and I talk to God,” Alan Jackson sang.
“It’s the American way,” says Toby Keith.
We won World War II, and made Gen. Eisenhower our President.
We elected Jimmy Carter because we were done with the Vietnam War and didn’t see any bad guys on the immediate horizon.
But some of our people were taken hostage in Iran, and we elected Ronald Reagan to don his white hat, grab a Winchester rifle, and get them back.
Reagan was on watch when the Soviets took down the Berlin wall, and the only reason he didn’t get a third term was our Constitution forbid it.
So we signed up his Number Two, George Herbert Walker Bush, who had served as Reagan’s vice president.
But he hadn’t any idea what to do with his new job with the Cold War over. He had a small war, won it and his approval went way up, but the war was over too soon and by election day we were unhappy he wasn’t still shooting at someone.
We signed up the new kid who seemed to understand that our economy needed fixing.
When Bill Clinton’s first term was up, his only competition was a World War II hero best known to the public as a Viagra salesman. Since still nobody had apparently tried hard to blow us up, we went with the guy who seemed to be making us money.
We voted for George W. Bush because Clinton’s vice president, Al Gore, was about as wooden as the trees he was trying to save, and Bush dressed like a Texas cowboy and claimed to know how to handle a chain saw.
I’ve always suspected someone started the Stihl and put it in his hand, then told the news guys they could turn around and take pictures of him cutting brush on his Crawford, Texas, ranch.
Then a bunch of guys stole a couple of airplanes and killed several thousand of us and Dubya stood on the rubble and said we’d be kicking some ass. We learned Islamic-Terrorists was one word, and he promised to kill them all wherever they could be found.
We gave him another four years.
Now his time is up, his vice president is not running, and we’ve got to choose a new president.
We’ve got a genuine Vietnam War hero whose greatest claim to fame is he survived five and-a-half years as a Vietnamese Prisoner of War. Surely he would know how to kill Islamic-Terrorists.
Or maybe the woman wannabe who was not doing all that well until she mentioned she would not be at all afraid to kill some Islamic-Terrorists if the opportunity arose at, say, three in the morning.
And she timed that announcement to go along with primaries in a couple of states well known for their kill-the-bad-guys mentality.
Sell some fear, and promise to kill some folks who aren’t us, and become president.
Or we could elect the young fellow who has the audacity to suggest there might be another way, that maybe going around killing folks, including our own kids, might be a less than great idea.
We have a record of saying we want to change the way our government operates.
Then we put in power copies of the people we claimed we wanted to replace.