Rub a dub dub. Sharon Angle will need a super scrub.

Here comes the “scrubbers.” These are the political professionals who come in to scrub up the messier parts of a candidate’s life. I  don’t know if that’s what they are really called, but that is the job of many operatives when they have a candidate whose past or past statements are as messed up as soup sandwich.

The scrubbers have a challenge on their hand with Republican Senate candidate Sharon Angle. The former Nevada assemblywoman will face Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid in the General Election.

While many of those promoting the Tea Party points of view have as of late sought to soften the nuttiness in some of their kindred spirits some of the nuts unfortunately make it out of their shell and gets themselves into a real political race. Angle is one, the son of perennial presidential candidate Rep. Ron Paul of Texas, Dr. Rand Paul, is another.

Angle is going to take some extra scrubbing with her desire to end Social Security noted in past statements as well as alluding to armed rebellion. With that latter thought, if people — Democrats — weren’t so afraid of their shadows, they haul about half a thousand folks or so up before federal courts on treason charges. Angle has also shown sympathy for the Church of Scientology. And the beat goes on

Good luck to our (Texas’) white-haired Sen. John Cornyn, who is heading the GOP’s National Senatorial Committee for this year’s elections. He and the paid pro scrubbers are going to be scrubbing day and night. You know, of course, I’m kidding about wishing Cornyn good luck.

Stick it!

So what if he uses his toe?

Okay, I bet no one has thought of this yet as a solution to plugging the runaway oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico: Find a little Dutch boy some 5,000 feet tall who can stick his little toe into the blowout preventer or wherever the oil is coming from.

This is news. No really, it is!

Imagine yourself being a White House news correspondent. So many issues are on the plate of the president and of the nation and you get to report on those stories: the Gulf oil spill, Israel, Afghanistan, Mexico, unemployment, I could go on ad infinitum.

None such stories of the day are as important right now to those pampered pundits though. No, the No. 1 burning question around the White House at the moment is who will get Helen Thomas’ chair?

If you will remember, crotchety old Ms. Thomas resigned as a columnist with Hearst a few days ago because she said some PI (politically incorrect) things about Jews and Jerusalem.

Because the 89-year-old news hen (Thanks to Dan Jenkins’ marvelous “Fast Copy”) was the longest-serving member of the Washington press corps she was awarded with the seat in the middle of the first row, directly in front of the podium. (And I always thought she sat there because she was too short.)

Fox News supposedly wants it. I suppose their correspondents cannot aptly insult the president or his flacks without seeing them close up.

That’s fine with me if Fox gets the vaunted chair. In fact, I really don’t give a damn who gets the chair. I remember covering presidential events in Crawford as a “local pool” member. We weren’t supposed to touch the catered breakfast worthy of a five-star New York hotel although I sometime did anyway. And in the White House press room, the supposed crème de la crème of the nation’s journalist worry about who is going to get the chair. After their rich breakfast of course.

All the great food you can eat, a good seat in the briefing room and just tons of self-importance too. What more could a journalist ask for?

"Big D:" It Ain't Just a Big City in Texas

One of my “grammar school” teachers once told me not to use the word “ain’t.”

“Ain’t is a vulgar word,” she said.

Too bad she didn’t see me after a year at sea in the Navy. I think I used the “F-word” for every part of speech. I realized how bad it had progressed when I was talking a mile-a-minute to my mother and let a “F” slip before I knew what happened. I just kept talking, though with a red face, and my mother never said a word. She was probably used to this phenom since her husband, my Dad, had been a merchant seaman, and two of my older brothers also spent time on ships in the Navy.

But I’m not here to talk about cussing or even vulgar words, depending on how one looks at words. No, I am here to talk about diabetes, or what I refer to as the “Big D.”

It has been a couple of months since I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. I guess I was pretty much in denial until the neurologist I have been seeing because of foot and back pain mentioned a couple of weeks ago that “Diabetes is a pretty nasty disease.”

On TV shows you see people, especially in years past, act as if they’ve been told they have the plague whenever they’re told they have diabetes. They act as if they’ve been given a death sentence. Well, maybe they have and maybe they haven’t. If you aren’t scared enough of diabetes, check this out from the “2007 National Diabetes Fact Sheet” from the Centers for Disease Control:

–Diabetes was the seventh leading cause of death listed on U.S. death certificates in 2006.

–The risk for stroke is 2 to 4 times higher among people with diabetes.

–Diabetes is the leading cause of new cases of blindness among adults aged 20–74 years.

–Diabetes is the leading cause of kidney failure, accounting for 44% of new cases in 2005.

–Almost 30% of people with diabetes aged 40 years or older have impaired sensation in the feet (i.e., at least one area that lacks feeling).

–More than 60% of nontraumatic lower-limb amputations occur in people with diabetes.

–Estimated diabetes cost in the U.S. (direct and indirect) in 2007: $174 billion

Are you scared yet? Well, those are kind of scary figures. I am one of those 30 percent of people with diabetes aged 40 and older who have impaired sensation in their feet. So, we tend to get freaked out about our feet and our eyes and our skin. If it’s not one thing it’s another.

Yes, if it isn’t one thing it’s another. If you have this disease, and it is a disease, you have to think that if it isn’t one thing it’s another to keep things in perspective. You do all you can do just to live and then you do a little more. Sometimes you slip. Sometimes you go on. You get hit by a truck. Sometimes you go on.

It is a nasty disease, Doctor. And I’m sure “ain’t” was a nasty word 40-some-odd years ago to my old-fashioned grammar school teacher. But the world is filled with some big nasties. And we just go on. We try to keep our feet clean. We try not get scratches and burns, like I have on my legs from stupid mishaps. We try to eat right. We poke ourselves to make our fingers bleed and check our sugar levels. We take our meds or our insulin. We exercise if we are able. We do all we are supposed to do. Sometimes we slip.

Then we go on about our business of living.

Time to fold 'em, Helen

White House columnist Helen Thomas, a gadfly if there ever was one in journalism, resigned from Hearst Newspapers after making controversial remarks that “Jews should go home” to places such as Germany and Poland rather than Palestine.

On the face of it, her statement doesn’t seem anti-semitic to me, but then I am not a Jew.

I take issue with and have for a long time some of the moves Israel has made. I understand their contentions, but that doesn’t mean I like their assassinating people, whomever and wherever they like. I certainly hold a grudge against Israel for their bombing the intelligence ship USS Liberty in 1967. Israel, like all nations, does have a right to defend itself, but sometimes it goes way out of bounds in doing so.

Then, my problem is with Israel the state and not with Jews. Some think you can’t separate the two. I can think what I want. I think to not separate the state from the people is like saying all Jews are the same, which is as bigoted a statement as if one said all blacks are alike or all Arabs are alike.

It was long past time for Thomas to go. Her questions have seemingly turned nuttier and nuttier as years passed. She has done some good work over time and certainly was tenacious. If she wants to raise hell, she can still do it, only away from the White House press room. Time to fold ’em Helen.