Posted by
Furious on Saturday, June 21, 2008 8:05:37 AM
In the current, never ending, political cycle, what has been raised and spent?
Five hundred million?
A billion?
More than that? And what do we, as a country have to show for all the money raised and spent?
We have two very flawed candidates; each one pointing their finger at the other in the hope that whatever they accuse the other one of, that it will somehow be remembered by us when we get into the voting booth. Seems like these two could have just been selected by the party elitists (actually, they were) and we could just eliminate the silly primaries, for all the good they did.
The Democrats can still dispense with that troublesome- will of the voter- thing! They can and still might, invoke a new procedure for their nomination. The SUPER-delegate is, by definition more...well…um…ahhh... just more super. You Democrats understand that? Because I don’t.
Of course, I can speak only for myself, but I can barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. So how is it that I am being helped by the flood of information or dis-information at this point? Unlike Obama and McCain and the talking heads and the pundits and the party workers and the media, I have a life to lead.
I wince when I see the numbers on the gasoline pump whizz by. It’s really getting hard to stop that sucker on a whole number because by just breathing on the trigger, a dimes worth gets pumped. So I’m left with pumps like $61.23 and $53.81. Unacceptable because these readings are way too untidy, no?
Neither guy seems to have an answer for the gas issue. Each one panders. They both tell me to use less. Neither really wants us to produce more oil. Even Bush, the evil oil man, tells me I’m addicted to oil.
Look, give me a car that will run on peanut butter and I’ll become addicted to that. Guess I’m just addicted to living. Sorrrrrrry!
They are both very much like sportscasters on television. You know the ones who think they have to tell me a home run just happened, after I saw it.
They are masters of stating the obvious in a way that is supposed to be some profound, all-knowing and caring truth that they alone have discerned. One is a lawyer, so he claims to be an expert on war and peace. The other is a warrior,so he claims to be an expert on the law and the economy. Amazing.
Let’s see now….price goes up….use less…Now why didn’t I think of that?
In casual golf, we have what is termed a mulligan. At the beginning of the round, the foursome would agree on the number of mulligans that would be allowed. Depending on the caliber of my opponents (and how many pre-round rounds we may have consumed) the number could range from zero to five. So, should I duck-hook my drive into the drink on the first hole….I could simply holler “mulligan” and be spared the indignity of fishing out the wayward ball. It’s like nothing ever really happened! A do-over! A “whoooopsie”! Just tee up another one and flail away.
See above example on what I wish would happen to the two who wish to be the leader of the free- world.
I give you McCain and Obama, a couple of living, breathing mulligans. Although, right now, it looks like Obama is a little more out of play than McCain is.
I guess I'll just play Johnny where he lies, unless I get that mulligan.