 Happy Thursday everyone! We’re on glide path for the weekend when I can work on all the other crap I’ve taken on, but don’t seem to have time for during the week. The only great thing about this weekend is that we’re looking at temps near 60 on Sunday. I smell a motorcycle trip! Who’s in? Oh, wait…forgot…I have play rehearsal on Sunday. Sigh.
I’ve been watching the Presidential election stuff on TV lately and keep asking myself the same burning question…who the hell would want the job? It sucks! Seriously…by the time you get to your last year in office, the media and the dumbasses in Congress have labeled you a lame duck. That starts everyone plotting ways to sabotage anything you hoped to get done in your last year that may qualify as a legacy. While President, you’re stuck on the White House grounds. You don’t dare take a step outside the fence without a phalanx of Secret Service around you, lest one of your deranged “fellow citizens” or a dumbass from Congress tries to do you harm. You’re under constant media scrutiny. They criticize everything you do, calling you an embarrassment to America. So who the hell wants the job? Even if ego doesn’t play a part and you’re genuinely interested in change, you’ll never get there. The morons in Congress will block or subvert everything you try to accomplish. Sure, you can try an end run and issue an executive order, which starts the pundits on TV declaring that you have violated the constitution. The whole things ends up in front of the Supreme Court, which will dink around with it until after you leave office. You get mashed up with someone as your Vice President that you wouldn’t have invited to pee on you if you were lying on the ground afire. Chances are, your VP is either a dumbass plucked from Congress, a war criminal, a criminal criminal, or someone no one ever heard of who has photos of the House Speaker in a very indecorous pose. You enter your job with dark hair, still looking relatively youthful and vibrant, but after the first four years of being awakened in the middle of the night because the Pudgemeister General in charge of North Korea took a crap at 4AM (“The President must know!”) you come out on the other end looking old and grumpy. Again, who the hell wants the job? So it is yesterday as I was watching the spectacle from Tulsa where The Trump dropped into the Sooner State for a quick campaign visit with The Darling of Wasilla (henceforth we’ll call her The DoW). Unless you’ve been doing long-haul trucking to the Pacific Northwest and back over the past several days and missed it. The DoW endorsed The Trump day before yesterday. That’s likely to be a big deal for him. Earlier in the week, her son, an Iraq vet, managed to get himself arrested in Wasilla on domestic violence and weapons charges in an incident involving a woman. As she's introducing The Trump to Tulsa, she makes comments about “the elephant in the room”…namely her son and his arrest for beating up a woman, and…get ready for it…somehow blames Obama for what her son did. Huh? Wow…you know years ago, in a speech I wrote for the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, I was able to tie calf roping to nuclear submarines. Seriously…at the time, I thought I was a genius…which I am, but I digress… I suppose in the big picture of things you can tie together/blame anyone, anywhere for whatever ails you. Her implication was that her son came back from war a different person and that Obama is to blame for returning veterans not getting proper treatment. Maybe that’s true, I don’t know. Honestly, it kind of reminded me of that series of YouTube videos called “Thanks, Obama!” The latest one can be found here. If you’re at work, you may want to keep the sound way down. I’m not even sure I understand why The DoW) is on the stump for The Trump. Ah, wait…what do you bet he’s promised to make her Secretary of Defense!? It’s going to be a long year. I’d better stock up on the Jack Daniel’s. Comments are closed.
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