All of the scandalous and outrageous behavior in the news does not bother me. In fact, I love it. This is exactly what I hope and expect to get from election season. Nothing floats the dross of the steel politick, to the surface, like a scandalous forge, roasting the impurities from all those camera exposed jackasses.
Stop worrying about the Team
I know many are wringing their hands over the possibility that the Republic might suffer at the hands of the liberals. Let’s face it; The Republic has been suffering at the hands of liberals for years. No, scratch that. Humanity has been suffering at the hands of liberals for millennia.
Enjoy the show.
The media wants you to worry. They want you to crank up the steam. They want you to froth it all up into a glorious rabid deluxe cappuccino of hysteria.
The enemy gets hysterical.
The media gets hysterical.
You get hysterical.
Then Nancy RobesPelosi rolls out the Guillotine and hands out deli tickets. Now serving number one; Mr. Hastert, please lie on this board. Everybody gets excited and jumps into the cleansing mob frenzy of political purges. It would be nice to see Denny counter that move with another fine French weapon, the Garrote.
Idiots Purge Themselves
Look at this Foley character. Here we have a sick, boy-buggering pervert. His taste for mixing perverted homosexual flirting with electronic correspondence means one or both of two things. Perhaps he is a monumental ignoramus, of Albright proportions. Perhaps he is desperately crying for help. You and I both know, in front of the fish-eye magistrate, he will pick the latter. The leadership should be careful to distance themselves, from this budding professional victim. I’m sure he will soon be hugging and kissing Patches Kennedy in group substance abuse therapy.
Don't Throw the Tree out with the Apple
Remember the Catholic church? The church leadership decided that protecting boy-buggering perverts was a good way of protecting the institution from scandal exposure. See what happens when leadership puts the bureaucracy above those solid core principles? They start to stink, then they sink, along with the sinking stink of the real underlying scandal.
In deference to my rotten Clinton fruit analogy of recent times, it is possible to pick dead fruit from any tree. When the tree becomes too encumbered by a fruit rotting disease, it withers and dies. Leadership can make a choice. Leadership can prune the tree, take the pain, recover and bear healthy fruit in the future. They can also decide to sit on the disease, hoping it won't take over the tree. Then the disease becomes systemic and fatal.
Democrats let this disease destroy their tree. They put the pruning shears away for the Clintons, the Franks the Studds the Kennedys and so on. They dulled their saw in the face of national security, the ACLU, the tort lawyers and so on. They are willing to watch the whole tree scalped to the ground by Islamic extremists. This tree looks pretty sick to me.
There is vital life in the Republican tree. There is a solid, meaty conservative core. It's full of life and it is willing to save the tree. They will not abandon the tree because there is a shrill, screetching, power starved bird, hopping up and down, on a dead branch of the other tree. The bird is bitching about how the Republican tree should have its foliage stripped off, just to be fair.
Go get the '22.
Shoot the bird.
Feed it to your favorite Republican dog.
Now That’s Entertainment
This media circus reminds me of watching the WWF as a kid. Those guys knew how to move emotion, just like the democrats. They will get you all pumped up, with a flashy, glitzy glittering sequined patriotic character.
As a child, you swore to God almighty that flying Joe the Camel would bear the sons of Alexander and create an empire in his name. Just when the fans were reaching out to put the crown of the universe on his head, during a massive coronation, he would get the call from the smoke filled room.
“Sorry, Joe. It’s time to take the fall for the ratings. Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get caught in the Black Sultan’s tent, wearing a cross-your-heart bra and … “Of course everybody’s hopes come crashing down. How could Joe betray us? Where will our salvation come from? Of course, next week, everybody is rooting for the Black Sultan.
The media loves the timing aspect of this formula. That is why they sat on the Foley story for a year. It is far more valuable now. See how many ratings tickets they can sell for the next thrilling episode of the evening news. See if they can actually move the outcome of the election. Come see the Senator with the groping lobster claws. Come marvel at the dog-faced congressman. Come one. Come all. If they hadn't pumped everybody up over the Monica issue, we may have actually caught dirty uncle Bill in one of his genuine acts of gross security negligence. Because of the media circus, I have to listen to eye-rolling laments about how Bill was only guilty of a hummer, while Bush killed innocent civilians and soldiers. We never hear about Clinton's genuine crimes. Just hold the issue over the head of Hastert and company, like the sword of Damocles.
Hell, the media knew, yes knew, Armitage was the leaker, while Libby’s genuine innocent career was being spiked into the end zone. They play hard ball, for the big bucks. Make no mistake. There are no core moral principles here; just the window dressing and the fake X-Ray specs they used to sell in the comics.
The Teflon Tiger
There is a hero in this arena. Yes; he has risen to the heights of coronation. Yes; he has plummeted into the abyss of our despair, at the border of Mexico. I am talking about the WWF media sensation, president Bush, the Teflon Tiger.
They have smashed the Tiger with folding chairs. They have jumped from the dizzy height of every scandalous painters ladder they have climbed upon, only to be foiled and dashed to bits in the arena.
They have mud-balled him, paint-balled him, low-balled him, hard-balled him and black-balled him.
They have scratched his ears and ruffled his fur. They have mocked his wife, his kids. All they got over it, was a headache and a highball.
The Tiger has taken it from the left, taken it from the right and taken it from abroad (including Helen Thomas).
The Tiger has dished it out to the left, dished it out abroad and brought the razor sharp fangs of the Tiger in Chief down on the terrorists.
He is flawed. He is dramatic. We love him. We hate him. He has core principles in his utility belt. He is not afraid to use them, whether you or I like it or not. That is leadership. The Tiger is going to hold the course. We put him there, twice, to do exactly that. The Tiger is our home town hero, with enemies both foreign and domestic.
Don't Steer the Reaper
Nobody should treat the general election like the liberals treat WalMart or StarBucks. It's not a place to cast a protest vote or stage a boycott. You had your chance to do your tree pruning, during your state primary.
If you live in Florida, vote often.
Now is the time to calmly kill that squawking bird, stuff it with festive seasoning and feed it to our troops, with a surprise thanksgiving visit. Feed the leftovers to your new Republican puppy. If the puppy has an accident and poops on your carpet, don't cut his head off. Scoop up the scandalous turd and flush it. Roll up the Constitution and swat him on the ass. Kiss. Make up. Go out hunting again.
Why would you need some absurd reality show, when you have the best reality show around.
I know I am entertained.