a few thoughts, attributed to a well known personality

I received these in an email, attributed to a newspaper column written by Garrison Keillor. I cannot verify the authenticity of that, having not seen the column (or the paper that published it), but they did come from somebody, and are fairly well written:


Note to Republicans: The Party's Over

Meanwhile, the Current Occupant goes on impersonating a president. Somewhere in the quiet leafy recesses of the Bush family, somebody is thinking, "Wrong son. Should've tried the smart one." This one's eyes don't quite focus. Five years in office and he doesn't have a grip on it yet. You stand him up next to Tony Blair at a press conference and the comparison is not kind to Our Guy. Historians are starting to place him at or near the bottom of the list. And one of the basic assumptions of American culture is falling apart: the competence of Republicans.

You might not have always liked Republicans, but you could count on them to manage the bank. They might be lousy tippers, act snooty, talk through their noses, wear spats and splash mud on you as they race their Pierce-Arrows through the village, but you knew they could do the math. To see them produce a ninny and then follow him loyally into the swamp for five years is disconcerting, like seeing the Rolling Stones take up lite jazz. So here we are at an uneasy point in our history, mired in a costly war and getting nowhere, a supine Congress granting absolute power to a president who seems to get smaller and dimmer, and the best the Republicans can offer is San Franciscophobia? This is beyond pitiful. This is violently stupid.

It is painful to look at your father and realize the old man should not be allowed to manage his own money anymore. This is the discovery the country has made about the party in power. They are inept. The checkbook needs to be taken away. They will rant, they will screech, they will wave their canes at you and call you all sorts of names, but you have to do what you have to do.


I tip my hat to the author, be it Mr. Keillor, or whoever, for a well wriiten, concise, editorial.



OK, that being said, I would like to point out to either of you reading this, that the other party is not your daddy's Democratic Party anymore either. The jackasses, like the pachyderms, are interested more in preserving the advantages of one or a couple of subgroups of society, and what they have to offer rhetorically speaking, is little more that Beverly Hills-ophobia.

Those clowns work for the same ringmaster that the other clowns work for, they merely sing a different tune...