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… or maybe it’s just me.
Taking a few minutes to look back on the events of the past week or two, I’m beginning to feel like I’m living in some alternate universe where unreality shows have taken over the political networks – with a vengeance.
Billy Kristol (my personal favorite PNACer, kind of along the lines of Dopey being my favorite of the Seven Dwarfs) is talking about “serious and sober” people wanting to keep the troops in Iraq, and you can’t help but wonder (a) if and when he ever met a “serious and sober” person and (b) why he would so deliberately leave his idol, G.W. Bush, out of the equation, being as he’s been neither for as long as anyone can remember.
And then there’s the pope. No offence to persons of the Catholic persuasion, but His Holier-than-thou-ness – who, last time I checked, is a European man of voluntary childlessness – is now chastising the selfishness of those Europeans who have chosen not to have more children than they can afford to clothe, feed, and educate.
I realize this guy has his feet firmly on the ground (albeit it’s the terra firma of the 13th Century), but you’d think he’d be savvy enough to realize that not everyone lives in Vatican City, where the recipe for turning seven fishes-and-loaves into enough to feed a multitude is as closely guarded a secret as the voluminous records documenting the transfer of pedophile priests from one parish to another.
In the Realm of the Ridiculous, there is just no end to the hilarity over to the GOP presidential campaign, where the wannabes are still talking about being the party of fiscal responsibility. I can assure the Republicans that they need not fear the legendary spendthrift proclivities of the Democrats, because thanks to BushCo, there isn’t a dime left to get spendthrifty with.
And on that topic, George is yet again asking for a couple of bil or tril to throw around at the local Baghdad gin mill – “Hey, bar-keep! A round on the ol’ US of A for everyone here who’s willing to say things are going swimmingly here in the drownin’ end of the pool!”
Maybe someone from the Fiscal Responsibility Party should point out to George that if he could find all the bucks that have gone missin’ since the start of this ponzi scheme he sold as a sure-thing gamble back in the day, he wouldn’t have to go hat-in-hand to Congress every time he needed a few more bucks to put a new transmission in his Edsel of a war.
But I digress from the real issues – which, in some states, makes me an Honorary Republican.
The presidential hopeless on the other side of the aisle are obviously people to be reckoned with – if you want to reckon with the wreckin’ crew.
There’s Mayor Giuliani – who some of you will remember as the man who single-handedly saved NYC from those dastardly terrorists after the damage was already done. There’s something notable – not necessarily smart, but notable – in insisting on putting your command center in the middle of an obvious terrorist target. Too bad the wisdom of that move was lost on the first responders on 9-11 – I guess some people just don’t appreciate the foresight of the man who spent more hours than they did down at Ground Zero.
Then there’s the Great White Hope, Freddie Thompson – and I’ll give credit where it’s due on the white part – that young and vibrant upstart who finally threw his tricorn into the ring this week, fired-up by Washington’s crossing of the Delaware. No doubt his Law & Order experience will catapult him into the hearts and minds of the viewing audience -- despite the fact that most of them believe that if you’re talking about running the country, Chris Noth would have been the better choice – or Jerry Orbach, who, being dead and all, could still beat Thompson with both hands handcuffed behind his back.
And while I’m on the topic of TV fare, I’m hoping the powers-that-be in charge of the Emmy nominations have been scrutinizing the latest Osama Bin Laden production. I’m thinking shoe-in nominations in the categories of Best Special Effects, Best Editing by the WH, Best Make-Up … and top honors in the newest category, Product Placement (Hair Color For Men) in a Conveniently-Timed Alleged Terrorist Video.
But in the area of Grand Delusions, no one could possibly dispute the awarding of the Grand Prize to none other than G.W. Bush for his recent comments (as recounted in the new soon-to-bestseller in the Ultimate Fiction/Bulk Sales category, “Certainly Dead”) that he plans to top up the ol’ coffers in his post-president-select career by speechifyin’ like his daddy does to the tune of $25,000 to $75,000 per speechery.
Someone should, out of pity, let the Idiot in on the fact that no one is going to cough up more than 75 cents to hear his two cents about how hard it is to put food on one’s family.
Well, as they say, you get what you pay for – and a lot of us keep wonderin’ what the exact amount is that we paid for this presidentin’ – and if there’s a refund policy in effect.
Like I said, considering what’s going on with the country and the world at large, the gods must be crazy – but then again, maybe it’s just me.
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