The ‘Good Party Man’ and why he should beat Rick Perry

 

There is plenty yet to be written about Gov. Good Hair Perry but I will say little about him today because there certainly is no shortage of words being written about him. — HA! I ended up writing more than 1,300 words here, sucka! — I won’t bet, although I will say at this point in time which is way too early to be talking about this, that Rick Perry will win the nomination. Not for president he won’t. He might get on the ticket as Veep candidate.

Look at the history of the Republican Party and you will see evidence of it nominating the so-called “good party man.” This is someone who pays his dues for years, and “don’t rock the boat” a lot. You see, the Republican Party wrote that song “Rock the Boat,” but it actually goes “rock the boat, don’t rock the boat baby, rock the boat, don’t turn the boat over … ” You remember it from the disco years by a band called the Hues Corporation.

The GOP believes, at least in theory, in laissez-faire. That is a French word, which in translation means: “Eat more frog legs.”

No seriously, in the Republican sense it applies to economics. Wikipedia describes the LF-word as “an environment in which transactions between private parties are free from state intervention, including restrictive regulations, taxes, tariffs and enforced monopolies.”

And so forth. Hey Brother Vonnegut, here’s to you man, wherever you may be hiding.

That reluctance to intervene does pretty much define the Republican species in any matter except intruding on an individual’s personal civil liberties and starting wars and just about anything else just as long as no one rocks the boat that the monied class be ridin’ upon. Sheet man, ain’t nothin’ but a thing.

Look at past Republican presidential nominees in the past 50 years and ye shall surely see:

Richard Nixon — Took a lot a crap in his rising political career leading up to his ascendency as Ike’s VP.

Barry Goldwater — Bless his old cactus-laden heart, he atoned in his later years but up to the point when he ran against LBJ he was a reactionary’s reactionary, thus just what the Republicans wanted during that period.

Richard Nixon — Ta da!! Mr. GOP until that little matter came along known as “Watergate.”

Gerald Ford — Jerry Ford was a fine man whom I now believe was right in pardoning Nixon. I also believe Nixon was not the most evil person to occupy the White House (See George W. Bush). Ford had been around for a quarter century in the U.S. House. He served eight years as Republican Minority Leader. He was even part of the famed “Warren Commission.” You couldn’t get more Republican than that! Ford was the only man who served both as vice president and president without having been elected to office. I can’t happen to think of a better person for the time and I will always respect Jerry Ford even though I didn’t agree with everything he did. Oh and he was one of my three Commander-in-Chiefs during my four years of the Navy. Is that a record, or what?

Ronald Reagan — He wasn’t every Republicans’ favorite and ran a testy primary campaign with George H.W. Bush. But by the time he got to the nomination stage at Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, he was “Good Party Man” Reagan.

George H.W. Bush — I have said it before, I will say it again. No man was ever better qualified, in theory, for president of the U.S. of A. Navy pilot shot down in the Pacific. Oilman. Member of the U.S. House. Ambassador to the U.N. Envoy to China. CIA director. Chairman of the Republican National Committee. Banker. Professor. Think tank director. Man, no one was probably better prepared since maybe Andrew Jackson (‘cepting of course, Old Hickory wasn’t a Republican.)

Bob Dole — Say it as he says it “Bobdole.” Another endearing Republican. Catch ’em while you can, they’re fading fast. Dole was badly wounded in the Apennine Mountains of Italy in WWII. He recovered although his right arm was paralyzed. He became a lawyer after the war. He ran for the Kansas House. Was a county attorney. He spent eight years in the U.S. House. He spent nearly 30 years in the Senate where he served both as Senate Majority Leader and Minority Leader. Oh, he also served as RNC chairman.

George W. Bush — George was anomaly of sorts. He was elected twice as Texas governor — see Texas governors — but did have his dad G.H.W. and granddad, Prescott Bush, a high-powered Connecticut Yankee banker, and later U.S. Senator. I suppose you could call “Gee Dubya”  a “legacy” good party man.

John McCain — McCain, a son of a son of a sailor (and a son of a sailor), well there is a debate as to whether Navy officers are “sailors.” Actually, McCain was a III. Junior and Senior were admirals. McCain was shot down and spent five years as a POW held by the North Vietnamese and retired as a Navy captain. He spent a little time in the U.S. House and was elected to the Senate in 1987, where he remains today. He might have been elected president had not he chosen one of the least qualified vice presidential candidates (and that’s saying a lot) in history, part-term Alaska Gov. Sarah “Caribou Barbie” Palin. Nonetheless, McCain remains someone I still like and respect although he can be nuts sometimes.

So there you have it. The history of the GOP good party man probably goes back even farther, in fact, it does although a few flies show up in the ointment sometimes (See George W. Bush and Gen. Dwight David Eisenhower.) So at this early stage, it seems like Mitt Romney is the Republican good party man. And once again, should he be chosen and should he accept (right) he too will be a partial product of a legacy. His father, George Romney, was a former president of General Motors and was governor of Michigan. Romney Sr., also a Mormon, ran for the Republican nomination for president in 1968 even though he was born in the state of Chihuahua, Mexico. Although the Constitution states the president has to be a natural born citizen, Romney seemed to have found a loophole, according to Wikipedia:

“While the Constitution does provide that a president must be a natural born citizen, the first Congress of the United States in 1790 passed legislation stating: “The children of citizens of the United States that may be born beyond the sea, or outside the limits of the United States, shall be considered as natural-born citizens of the United States.” Romney and his family fled Mexico in 1912 prior to the Mexican revolution. However, the Naturalization Act of 1795 repealed the Act of 1790 and removed the language explicitly stating that the children of US citizens are natural-born citizens. As such, it is inconclusive whether Romney was eligible for the office of President.

Always, always remember it is Wikipedia you are reading my friends. It could be right, it could be wrong, it could be, well, it could be damn near anything. That’s what makes it Wikipedia!

McCain was born in the Panama Canal Zone, as a military baby. President Obama was born in Hawaii, which was a state by the time he was born. Yet, only Obama was questioned as to his citizenship because his father was Kenyan and Babybama lived in Indonesia for awhile when he was a kid. Go figure.

Whew, that’s way more than I intended to go but by now you should get why I say Romney should get the nomination. That is, if the “good party man” theory which I learned from Dr. J. David Cox at Stephen F. Austin State University — a great Political Science professor in my mind — holds up these days.

In actuality, if this theory really held up, the GOP nomination would be U.S. Rep. Ron Paul. He’s been in politics since Cal Coolidge was a law clerk riding on the back of a jackass over the hills of Western Massachusetts looking for witnesses to depose. But no, Paul will actually end up becoming my congressman because of redistricting. Ain’t I the lucky one?

Ricky, you got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do

It had to come out sooner or later. I mentioned last week the rumors that were going around in media circles quite some years ago that Rick Perry was gay. I still don’t know. Like Seinfeld said in his classic “The Outing,”: “Not that there is anything wrong with that.”

If Perry and his folks were less full of themselves, they would make the Good Hair man’s life an open book. Every phone prank he ever made as a kid, each Prince Albert in a can of which he inquired, every time he showed up at his hometown Dairy Queen as a kid after swilling a couple of bottles of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill, every stupidity he committed while attending Texas A & M, each time he flew right when he should have flew left as an Air Force pilot, blab everything that might even close to being offensive to every American voter that he committed as a state legislator, lieutenant governor and governor, plead mercy with PETA for killing that coyote and above all apologize to the Texas State Trooper’s Assn., and every present and past state trooper for that “Get on down the road” thing.

In other words, Ricky, you got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do. And apologizing. But Good hair won’t do that. Like his predecessor, George “Gee Dubya” Bush, Rick can do no wrong.

We shall see what we shall see.

Have a great weekend, even if you are not a real ‘Modo

The end is near. I’m speaking of the week and it is time for the weekend. It’s about damn time, I might add. It has been a rather rough one so all I can ask is:

“Are you ready for some football?”

Are you ready for some football???

No? Okay, then get ready for something: A dog show, a broadcast of some foreign parliament, an old Western with Tom Mix and Hoot Gibson, a Hootie and the Blowfish concert video, observe farm animals in their natural habitat (wherever that might be), or watch “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” then read the book, or vice versa. Be sure to see the 1939 version with Charles Laughton as Quasimodo and Maureen O’Hara as Esmeralda. I’ve only seen the waning minutes or so of that version. But it’s enough to make you appreciate hot lead as a formidable weapon. I’ve also only seen the tail end of old silent version with Lon Chaney Sr. When I remember Chaney, I always think of Warren Zevon’s “Werewolves of London where he sang: “I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen … ” I don’t know why. Nonetheless, Laughton’s version of the deformed and half-blind bellringer is superb, even for only 10 minutes. Quasimodo as portrayed by Laughton is a rather kind-looking character and even Teddy Bear-ish, if that’s a word, or even if it isn’t. Then again, I’m sure some saw Ted Bundy that way The line ‘Modo speaks to one the gargoyles — hey nothing strange about that. I do it all the time, when I can find a gargoyle these days — is classic.

“Why can’t I be made of stone — like thee?”

You got it, you big hump! Oh, sorry, I guess that wasn’t particularly PC. Excuse my French. (You see the Notre Dame is located in Paris, which is French, you see … ) Have a great weekend everyone and be sure to buy from this week’s sponsor: Acne Pimple Cream. You’ll know when it’s Acne. (Not sold in France. May cause acne pimples and an aversion to cute little puppies. Has been known to cause “Quasimodo Syndrome. Call your doctor should your back remain erect for more than four hours. Send money should you require information as to other possible side effects.)

Rick Perry. OMG!

Well, it’s all over but the lying. It is pretty much official that Texas Gov. Rick “Good Hair” Perry will seek the GOP nomination for president. A spokesman for the state’s longest-serving governor — like the old Wolf Brand Chili commercial said “And that’s too long” — will make his announcement on Saturday somewhere at some kind of event full of Republicans.

The only good I can see come of this is if he eventually resigns as governor. I hope I hope I hope that doesn’t happen because he’s been elected president. I can’t take another term of a “Rexall Ranger,” what we used to call “drug store cowboys” or “goat ropers.” Oh, I know Perry was supposedly raised on a farm. He might have even been in FFA and have engaged in some of those supposed “Greenhorn initiations” with a chicken. Who knows what folks will find if they look far enough back. Why there was even this big rumor going around about five or six years back questioning the sexual orientation of both Perry and his Lite Gov. David Dewhurst. Whether any of it’s true or not, I don’t care. Well, maybe except the part about the chicken. Chickens are for eating, don’t you know?

We are going to hear a lot in days and weeks and months to come about how Perry practically reinvented this great state and put every last soul to work. I know that’s a lie because I was unemployed and sleeping in my pickup truck for a couple months under his governorship. Oh and he has done such a stellar job with immigration, hasn’t he? It was especially nice that he let those thousands of migrant workers come up here to Southeast Texas and put roofs on houses which were blown away by Rita and Ike. Let’s see what else he did. Oh, caused mayhem in the education system because he would rather “save a little for a rainy day” than make sure Texas schools had plenty of teachers. Need I go on? I think I will.

There are tons of issues that Perry ignored during subsequent legislative sessions such as the future of water in Texas, making sure Texas isn’t one big environmental s**thole. Instead, he declared that an emergency existed that pregnant women needed to see an ultrasound of their fetus because it just “might” change their mind. I’m not being judgmental. But I’m just saying.

We will hear a lot about this guy. Perry will have the Texas “Marlboro Man” mystique about him, for awhile at least. Let’s see, Perry would make, what, two Texas presidents who were male cheerleaders? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Sometimes I wish I could just do a Rip Van Winkle and go to sleep for a long, long time. Unfortunately, when I woke up, things would probably be either the same, or perhaps even worse.

I went down to the Crossroads though no deals have I made with the Devil

Ed’s note: Okay. Because of age and cultural and perhaps even nationality differences, some people may be clueless about my reference to the “Crossroads” and the “Devil. Here is hoping that this clears this all up. I love, of course, Eric Clapton and the old Cream version of “Crossroads.” These old geezers even do justice to the song.

Today I feel as if I stand at one of life’s crossroads. A quick explainer: I suffer from chronic pain. Originally, it was from degenerative arthritis in my spine. Medication controls that pain to a certain extent. In the last couple of years I developed pain first in my feet from diabetic neuropathy and later in my lower back and hip from something I have never really had any great explanation as to the problem from my VA doctors. The pain may stem from an inflammation of a spinal membrane, the arachnoid, or from some structural defect. Either way, the VA now tells me there is nothing I can really do for it. I mean, I could take a gamble on their pain clinic, but I could wind up with even worse problems. It’s, as they say on Facebook, complicated.

So, I seem to see nothing ahead but a life of pain, but somehow, that doesn’t seem to bother me as much as what about my making a living? It has become increasingly difficult to do my part-time job which pays a salary some full-time people would like to see. Part of that part-time job includes what amounts to selling my program to others so they will cooperate, although those in my job aren’t trained adequately as salesmen because of the complexities involved in the data collection at the heart of my job. It isn’t easy to sell things anyway, unless you are one of those with “the gift.” But it is difficult for me in particular because I long worked as a journalist, as a listener who interprets what I carefully try to hear. It is hard enough to stand on my feet for more than 10 minutes because of excruciating lower back and sometimes feet pain. But combine all of that with trying to be pleasant when you are feeling godawful.

My situation is much more complex than that, but in a nutshell … So the time has come to at least consider filing for disability, both with Social Security and a disability retirement in my job. The most difficult point to ponder is, can I survive on what I make both with retirement and SS Disability? Can I even qualify for SS Disability? I am pretty certain I can, with some difficulty, obtain a medical retirement. Then I have to find out that, should I qualify for one or both disability situations, how much am I allowed to make in my original profession as a writer and journalist?

I am not sure what it says when you worry more about how you are going to survive financially than how are you going to survive with chronic, severe pain — a disability of which some people often doubts its existence. My friends and family pretty much seem supportive. Yet, I know how it is for others who have no idea what chronic pain really is all about. I grew up in a culture that sometimes looked down on those who filed for worker’s comp or disability. This was due to the lazy folks who would prefer to get money for nothing. And later as Dire Straits’ guitar whiz Mark Knopfler sang in the 80s, “your chicks for free.” I’ve been accused of being lazy. I was even elected laziest in my school, an odd family tradition as two of my brothers also won that title.

Nonetheless, I can assure you that if I could go out each day and walk for at least an hour as I could do before my latest bouts with pain now going on about two years, I would have no problem going out every day or every couple of days to do my job collecting data. The trouble is, I have tired of trying to work in agony. I still want to work and I can still work as my feet are the only problem I have in sitting down and typing or talking on the phone. People cannot see you grimace on the phone unless you make terrible sounds or else you talk via some visual method such as Skype on the Internet.

It is thus that at the crossroads — and not my favorite college bar during the 70s and 80s for they paved it over like “paradise” in Joni Mitchell’s song “Big Yellow Taxi” and “put up a parking lot.” — that I sit and ponder the future. The old “double nickel” seems too young to think of the “D” word. Still, something has to lead, follow or get the hell out of the way.