Waiting for Vice President Godot

Willard Romney seems poised to pick a running mate if you believe all the campaign news one reads today. Personally, I will believe it when I see it.

A lot of speculation is growing that Romney will pick Condoleezza Rice. Condie is a very attractive potential candidate. She’s sharp as a tack, seems engaging and, in particular, she is a black woman. But she carries some baggage that voters might overall — as in independent and crossover Democrats and even far righters — frown upon.

Can you say: “Gee Dubya?” Being a part of Dubya’s war trust in 1-to-2 unpopular wars can cause a pause for those crossover voters. On the Republican negative balance sheet, she has expressed pro-life sentiments and, in particular, she is a black woman.

Now there might be a lot of the “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” feeling among the more racist right-wing element. But truth be told, many of the folks who don’t like Obama dislike him — hate him if appropriate — because he is black. He is a real not-dyed-in-the-wool African-American with a Kenyan pappy and a mother who was from Kansas.

That is not to say Romney wouldn’t pick Rice. He might just do it. However, one might feel that many more of the far-right “base” would be urging Romney to pick someone like Rep. Paul Ryan or Sen. Rob Portman. Even Indian-American Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal would seem more palatable, or at the very least, passable.

We shall see what we shall see what we shall see.

Where the hell is Jesse Jackson Jr.?

Today, for certain, I don’t feel particularly inspired. I guess that finally catches up with my not possessing s**tloads of inspiration. It’s hard to be inspiring.

Here are some interesting tidbits I found today: (Merriam-Webster Online says tidbit comes from “tit” as in titmouse + bit.”) Hmmm. Just love ’em some titbits, even better than tater tits. Try ’em!

Where’s Junior Jackson?

U.S. Rep. Jesse Jackson Jr., D-Illinois, is on medical leave from Congress but his folks are not saying what is wrong with him. That’s kind of odd. Immediately it would make one wonder if Jackson, son of the famous civil rights leader, has some serious social disease or AIDS or treatment for drug addiction or is having a head transplant. Sorry you are sick Junior but people can handle most anything unless you were brought into an ER with an animal as an appendage.

Get well congressman and please bring a written excuse.

Snobs? No snobs here. Move along, please.

Republican presidential candidate-almost-Mitt Romney was campaigning in Colorado with the event produced by a “Snob Productions.” This titbit from a story I read in The Pueblo Chieftan.

 “The Daily Sentinel in Grand Junction (http://goo.gl/Zude2) reports that the company masked its trucks and dressed employees in shirts that didn’t bear the company logo. Company owner David Wall says he’s never had such a request.”

Well, at least Mitt didn’t put one of the production people into a kennel and strap it on top of his car.

Yes we get it!

The U.S. House voted to repeal the Obama health care law — for the 33rd time.

Republicans know there is a snowball’s chance in Death Valley that their action will pass the Senate. Obama certainly won’t sign it.

I would think a time comes when one is long past symbolism and the circumstance turns into — especially with this case — official abuse. What have these dunderheads in Congress done since they took control of the House? They’ve screwed the American taxpayer, I’ll give them that. I have news for you. Congress, the House of Representative and the Senate, do not operate for free. If these fools are in the House, they should do something worthwhile. Thirty-three freaking times? House Republican leadership should all be booted out. They are robbing the citizenry blind. Malfeasance with a capital MAL, that rhymes with Pal and that stands for Pool. Read the Constitution.

 “Each House may determine the rules of its proceedings, punish its members for disorderly behavior, and, with the concurrence of two thirds, expel a member. — Article I, Section V, U.S. Constitution

Trouser Talk

Finally, from Alexis Madrigal, senior editor at The Atlantic: An answer to that burning question, why do we wear pants? It turns out the reason is horses.

Seriously, I’ve never really thought about it. Except for Porky Pig. I always wondered why he wore a coat and bowtie with no pair of pants? It turns out the reason is horses. No, I just made that up.

 

Ride ’em cowboy!

 

 

 

 

Polls, e-mailing for dollars: Insanity in the living room of the disenfranchised

Polls for the 2012 presidential race make me want to chop wood. Well, that is figuratively speaking. It has been a long time since I chopped any wood and if I have it my way it will be even longer before I do it again.

It’s just that polls drive me crazy or more accurately the stories written about polls drive me nuts. Take today, for instance. Here is a snapshot of “Polls Obama” on Google News, my trusty aggregator:

President Obama, Romney Tied in Latest Washington Post-ABC Poll

Poll of Polls: Obama ahead of Romney, but slightly

Poll: Obama has 8-point lead over Romney in Va.

Obama, Mitt Romney Deadlocked In Race, Poll  Finds

And so forth.

Yes, it is partly the Internet’s fault and my fault if this variety of polling results makes me a bit on the looney side. The Internet is a showcase for tons of news and partisan sites showing everything from the national take down to a precinct in Intercourse, Pa. It is my fault that I read these stories or at least the headlines and the lead.

Such variety of polls are, of course, nirvana for political junkies. To the serious political junkie putting all these pieces together into some electoral context is a Karl Rove-ish version of the board game “Risk.”

But here Schmoe is, that would be me, just trying to figure out where things stand overall. That is so because every freaking precinct in every freaking state isn’t of vital strategic importance when it comes to the Electoral College. Where I live is a good example. Yes, I live in one of the areas of Texas that has voted traditionally Democrat. Like elsewhere in this wonderful state with its misguided voters though, the Republicans are pushing their way in and trying to root out all the old Yellow Dogs, like me. Since Shrub Bush was first elected I have felt disenfranchised for pretty much every race above ticket of county judge. My vote for president means nothing.

My pocketbook is another story. Well, not my  pocketbook. A guy asked me last week if he could borrow $10. I told him I don’t know ten people with a dollar. Or two people with a $5 bill either. Oh, I know you probably get tired of this, I certainly do, but you can go right here on this link and I can tell you how to send me money. I am in the process of putting a PayPal button on my blog for donations, but I am having a problem getting it up and running. How would your money be used? Oh, for things like … living. Times are harder than they’ve been in a long time and if you appreciate what you read here sometimes, even if you don’t appreciate it, you can go right here and I can tell you how to send me your money.

Obama’s people are wearing off on me, I suppose. Some of the e-mails I receive from the Obamas, and Debbie Wasserman Schultz and Joe Biden and George Clooney — they aren’t personal e-mails mind you — you would think Barack, Michelle and the girls are sitting in a dimly-lit White House making do another week on Beenie Weeniess and Shasta. And they always ask for another $3. “Just $3 more, Dick, and we can beat that old Republican money machine this month.” I doubt it. I doubt it because the Dems are always pleading poverty.

I’m glad I didn’t sign up for e-mail from the Romney people. Everybody wanting my money you would think I am Warren “Jimmy” Buffett.

But I am serious. Go here so you can send me $3. Just $3. A $3 bill. No don’t do that. I don’t need the Secret Service folks messing around here. But anything, a can of Beenie Weenies and a Shasta, even. No don’t do that. I’d hate to see Sasha and Malia go to bed hungry.

 

The sky has never fallen like this ever in history

Enough of the Supreme Court ruling on the Obama healthcare plan already. I’m tired of all the talking heads, especially all the stupid talking heads, those talking heads who are dumber than dirt. Or maybe they are smart and are just acting dumb. Like Michelle Bachmann, for instance. The Minnesota congresswoman, whose Henny Penny-like assertion after the 5-4 decision, declared the world was coming to an end. Oh just shut up, will you? I know she didn’t say that but it’s close enough for government work.

“There is no basis in the Constitution for the government to have this level of history-making expansion of power,” whose campaign for the GOP presidential nomination failed. “Because what this means, for the first time in the history of the country, Congress can force Americans to purchase any product, any service that Congress wants them to, which determines the price and we are forced to, which is a denial of liberty.

“We will never be the same.”

Soooo melodramatic. Never mind all, if not most, states have varying forms of automobile liability insurance that is mandatory for drivers. The police where I live can instantly tell whether a car has insurance. If not, the police summon a wrecker and tow your car right on off. You will get a fine and have to pay to get your car out. You might even go to jail. I don’t know.

Enough. Enough I say. We will never be the same, she says. Although, it seems we were never all that much the same in the beginning.

Politicians, especially Republican ones, like to say “never before in history has this happened.” That is what is said after they don’t get their way on something. I don’t know if this is a tactic that has been used throughout history. ‘Scuse me because I have not had the time to make an intense study of political rhetoric as I did when I went to college and was required to do so. Yes, by God, they MADE me study political rhetoric. I was even taught about … shhhhh, don’t tell anyone … sex!

Never before in history has anyone ever made college students study political rhetoric and sex. I mean force them! Well, maybe not force them so much on the sex part. Or perhaps it was something taken on for extra credit. And more credit and more extra extra credit. Ad infinitum.

‘Scuse me while I eat my yogurt. It’s okay, it’s Carbmaster. Low carb and low fat. It’s actually “cultured lowfat dairy blend” as opposed to “uncultured lowfat dairy blend.” There is nothing worse than a herd of uncultured cows. That is something else I learned in college taking “Animal Husbandry” in which we were taught how animals can become good husbands. I flunked that one. No, I really neither took the course nor flunked it.

Seriously, I did take something called “The Single Person,” which was a sociology-like course that was taught in the Home Economics discipline. And I really did make an “A” on it. Now, 28 years later, I’m still single.

 “A man goes to knowledge as he goes to war : wide-awake, with fear, with respect, and with absolute assurance. Going to knowledge or going to war in any other manner is a mistake, and whoever makes it might never live to regret it.” — “The Teachings of don Juan (Matus)” by Carlos Castaneda.

I would be dishonest if I said I remember that passage after reading Castaneda so many, many years ago. I don’t know whether the old Indian shaman said this after eating peyote or what. The brujo  was unmarried too. But I don’t think he had to attend college to attain that status, although it might have helped. It isn’t hard to understand why don Juan wasn’t married. No, he wasn’t gay I don’t think. Now that’s the first thing people believe when you are a man of a certain age and aren’t married. That’s sad and definitely showing a lack of knowledge. That’s okay. Here, eat this peyote button and see if you can turn into a crow and fly away. I can’t say I ever tried peyote. It always kind of sounded rough around the edges.

What I am trying to say here is that you don’t have to attend college to exhibit knowledge. All you have to do is shut up and listen. Learn something and don’t say things like “The end is near” when you are trying to make some political point. I mean, heaven forbid, what if  it didn’t happen and you would look like a fool? Why, that’s something that’s never happened in the history of politics!

 

Why are those White House folks so damned quiet? Tell me! Tell me!

All political junkies and partisans from every which-a-ways are “chompin’ at the bit,” literally, if they are horses, to learn the Supreme Court decision on the President’s health care bill which will supposedly be delivered tomorrow. The Los Angeles Times has a piece on their Website titled: “White House unusually quiet before Supreme Court health care decision.” What are the White House folks supposed to do, jump up and down and act like fools and say “Hooo-weee, we will win, we will win? Or we will lose, we lose, we will lose. Or even we will halfway win and halfway lose, we will halfway win and halfway lose.” Holy mosquito. Yes, I know, all these newspaper people have an editor or editors pushing him or her for a story. Something has to be written, even if it is essentially a newspaper story about nothing.