Author: Dick

My bosses at Uncle Sam Inc. have placed me on the injured list due to their interpretation of a note written by my orthopedic surgeon. Just because the doctor writes I shouldn’t do any work with my right hand doesn’t necessarily mean I can’t work with my right hand does it? Oh well, in Fed parlance the status is “continuation of pay” so I am off work with pay until the doctor straightens this out. And this is bad, how?

Poor Scotty McClellan. During his tenure as Bush Jr.’s White House press secretary, the son of former Texas Comptroller Carole Keeton McClellan Rylander Pensworth Foghorn Legorn, never enjoyed anything that resembled respect from practically anyone except perhaps his marrying-loving mother.

Now Scotty has all grown up, left the White House and has written a tell-all in which he says the public was fed a bunch of propaganda by the Bush gang and that the press didn’t do enough reporting before the Iraq war began to let the public know how much crap was being fed to our fellow country persons. No! Really??

In the Washington war of words, Scotty will never win. He will be seen as a traitor to his loyalty-crazed former cohorts. The press will beat him silly because of the obvious part he played in feeding the media a heady dose of crap. His Momma probably will love him though. And the proof that young Scott will come out ahead will be in the bags of cash he takes to the bank.

Is this a great nation or what?

John McCain and your president of these U.S. of A’s are to make a rare appearance together in Phoenix. Apparently, Gee Dubya will throw a bundle of cash out the window of his limo as McCain speeds by in the opposite direction riding on the back of a Harley. Not really, but their time together will be kind of minimalist.

It makes me wonder if Bush will even be allowed inside the GOP National Convention, not that I plan to watch one way or the other.

Hillary Clinton leaves us heading into the Memorial Day weekend puzzled over her Robert F. Kennedy assassination remarks.

One would have to possess a deficit of political history not to realize that a “big unsaid” looms over the presidential race especially if Barack Obama is in fact the Democratic nominee. That, of course, is the unspoken worry about harm coming to Obama like Robert F. Kennedy (and Martin Luther King). Simply put, there are people in this country who are so racist and hating of blacks (or other ethinicities) that they would do whatever they could to stop someone of a group they hate from becoming president.

We don’t like to talk about it because it makes us uncomfortable. But as one who was born in Jasper, Texas, and lives 10 miles from the former Klan haven of Vidor, Texas, such worries are inevitable for anyone with a sense of social and political history.

Throughout Bush the Younger’s presidency I have heard the right wing harp on how Gee Dubya has been such a target of hatred from the left of a type the rightist pundits have never seen. Well, apparently they have amnesia because the same rightists hated Hillary and her husband as badly as any political figure I can remember in my lifetime. But I can imagine that the race haters will hate an Obama candidacy as a nominee with a capital “H.” And that really scares the s**t out of me.

Some right-wingers such as Limberger are talking about such a prospect and seem to be whipping up white fright of what the blacks of America might do should something happen to Obama. And such incitement scares me even more.

Let’s just hope Hillary was just using RFK’s untimely death as a point of reference today. And good thoughts, or prayers if you do that, for the continued good health for all of our presidential candidates.

Your hands are getting heavier …

No, someone isn’t getting hypnotized. The fact is my hand, the right one, is heavier today thanks to a cast. The orthopede or orthopod or whomever I have been seeing about my badly sprained thumb decided I should wear a thumb cast for the next month since my injury had not vastly improved. The cast extends around my hand northward from the knuckles so I can type, just not very rapidly. And my hand feels like it weighs a ton. It should prove to be a very pleasant month.