NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!
This is not going to be a post about famous Anthony Wiener quote(s). Are there any?
Oh yes, “I got over my bad behavior.” Now there’s one for the books.
This post is going to be dedicated to demon rum. Which brings to mind a joke that a friend sent me the other day.
“A lawyer, an illegal alien, a pathological liar, a Muslim, a Communist and a black guy walk into a bar.
The bartender looks up and says, “What’ll it be, Mr. President.”
You probably figured out the punch line when you came to “pathological liar”. So forgive me. I’m just reporting the joke as I received it.
But the truth is, there’s nothing really funny about that story if you think that someone (other than the black guy part) with just one of those descriptors is ruining running the USA, and apparently running it into the ground at top speed.
Now I know that there are those who have particular issues to which they turn their attention. As day leads unto day, there are becoming more and more of those issues which might cause even the most apathetic to start thinking. Or so one can hope.
Watergate smelled bad. Whitewater and the Clinton administration were even more pungent. But the Obama administration – well, how can I describe it? It’s as though they’re looking for a listing in the “Guinness Book of World Wreckers.”
Perhaps the most olfactory analogy I can offer is this:
Picture a warehouse filled from top to bottom with Limburger cheese. The ventilation system has failed and the cheese has gotten extremely ripe to the point where even the rats have to hold their noses as they look for a better environment in which to live.
What we have mis-governing the country is PURE STINK.
I’ve held that opinion now for, let’s see, a little over four years. Perhaps you agree with my analysis. Unfortunately, as bad as the first term was the second is proving to be far worse. But we all know that. Well, most of us know that.
As I left the dog park this morning I heard two fellows chatting. The one said, “We don’t really need the Bill of Rights. It’s antiquated. And we have a leader in the President who is a man of great vision.” I happened to know that the man who made that statement works for city government.
Fortunately, I had not yet had my breakfast so my involuntary desire to retch went unfulfilled. And besides, that would not have been a dignified (though appropriate) response. And in the man’s defense, he always has a countenance similar to what I see in people who have severe mental abnormalities. Plus he drools.
On the drive home the dogs must have thought I had gone around the bend because I couldn’t help talking to myself out loud. Gracie came from the back of the wagon and rested her head on my right shoulder as if to say, “Don’t worry, love of my life. It’s going to be okay.” She’s very sweet but extremely naïve – all of which is part of her charm.
It’s been at least two, maybe three months since I’ve had anything alcoholic to drink. I didn’t give it up because of any medical reason or because I was afraid of turning into an alcoholic. I’ve always been a very moderate drinker – during those times I felt that it offered a little solace.
But I think that a bit later I’m going to head down the road to one of the local casinos, saddle up to the bar, throw twenty bucks in a video poker machine (that way the drink is free) and order myself a Perfect Chivas Rob Roy and tell the bartender to “hold the fruit.” (No offense to our gay citizenry intended).
And I’m going to add, “Make it a stiff one.”