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Tallyho!
Last night I listened to a broadcast of the Pennsylvania primary results via NPR on my antiquated but still useful radio. I have purposely not watched television for about four months, except for an occasional stop at a convenience store where Fox News is broadcasting while the cashier is tallying my groceries and bagging them. (Does Fox News appear at nearly all Dunkin' Donuts and convenience stores where you live, too?)
I felt accosted by the blasting of yellow broadcast journalism that electrified the screen and bolted me at lightning speed. One Fox News broadcast journalist, whose name escapes me is belting out his version of current events. He's the one who looks to me like a young bulldog wearing glasses, an intellectual pup, a thank-you-but-no-thank-you-for-any-of-your-thoughts-or-comments-even-though-we-asked-the-public-to-phone-in-any-opinions kind of guy.
Cut to commercial.
Then he's back in a crisp new shirt and dark navy suit jacket and equally placid but appropriate tie with another dumbied down version of another current event for the "average" working stiff, i.e., news pitted with multitudinous seeds of fear as fat and round as a ripe, red pomegranate ready to burst like a bomb. (You can use that pithy, pulpy, overkill imagery for your next newscast, young pup.)
Speaking of pomegranates, as I heard Hillary's seemingly confident voice (and she does want us to "please, call her Hillary") affirm itself on my beloved radio, I immediately seethed at the sound of her relentlessness. She regaled her "12 points" as if she had just gained the sovereignty of a nation. I was ready to explode like the aforementioned pomegranate. If I were to write her a letter, this is how it would read:
Dear Hillary,
Maybe you can forget that your husband, while president, placed his penis into the mouth of a "well-groomed" intern, while she was on her knees before him. In fact, he did this while doing his job as President. I don't know about you, Hillary, but I can still envision him standing behind his desk with a drink of fine southern bourbon in one hand; a cuban cigar in the other, and speaking in his throaty, southern drawl. Omnipotent, while talking to a senator over an unsuspecting speaker phone. You didn't see a big, red stop sign at this point? How does a person who cannot heed a stop sign possess what it takes to run a country?
Perhaps you and Bill believe it's possible to possess two sets of morals: one set for running a country and one set for sustaining a healthy marriage. It seems both roles, be it president or spouse, require love and commitment.
In your speech last night, you let the country know that an older gentleman found you to be a shining example of what the possibilities for women can be, and he whispered this into his granddaughter's young ear. Shame on you, Hillary. You and Bill try to mesmerize, hypnotize the masses through fact stacking, omissions, opportunistism and hair-splitting justification as truth: "I did not have sexual relations with that woman", Bill declared.
Bill then went on to become the naive victim without possession of knowledge regarding what constitutes sexual relations. Some American women who have probably been in your position regarding this issue said, "there, there, Bill", while some American men performed quiet high fives and fist pumps. Bill instantly became their American hero.
Hillary, you have the Pennsylvania working class by their blue collars for the moment, and they gladly handed you their lapels. Barak Obama made the "mistake" of speaking the plain old, unvarnished truth about our still sleeping nation (yeah, I wrote it). And you, ever the opportunistic politician performed your watch-me-pull-a-rabbit-out-of-my-hat trick.
(Sigh) A possible eight more years of you and Bill or a possible eight more years of George W. Bush via Mr. John McCain...which is worse? To me the possibilities are equally awful.
But, I'll lay bets that when the last vote is tallied and, if, and that's a big if, it is between you and Mr. John McCain, whoever becomes President will go back on their vows to the American people, and especially the working class Americans.
Take that as my challenge to you, possible Madame President. By the way, like your predecessors, you were referred to as "first lady". Will Bill be referred to as "first gentleman" or just "first man"? Wow, now there's a title, almost better than Madame President. Almost...?
Izzy
p.s. And to think, my original intention in writing today's blog entry was to write about how well my prayer and meditation practice is going. Silent high fives and fist pumps all around!
I felt accosted by the blasting of yellow broadcast journalism that electrified the screen and bolted me at lightning speed. One Fox News broadcast journalist, whose name escapes me is belting out his version of current events. He's the one who looks to me like a young bulldog wearing glasses, an intellectual pup, a thank-you-but-no-thank-you-for-any-of-your-thoughts-or-comments-even-though-we-asked-the-public-to-phone-in-any-opinions kind of guy.
Cut to commercial.
Then he's back in a crisp new shirt and dark navy suit jacket and equally placid but appropriate tie with another dumbied down version of another current event for the "average" working stiff, i.e., news pitted with multitudinous seeds of fear as fat and round as a ripe, red pomegranate ready to burst like a bomb. (You can use that pithy, pulpy, overkill imagery for your next newscast, young pup.)
Speaking of pomegranates, as I heard Hillary's seemingly confident voice (and she does want us to "please, call her Hillary") affirm itself on my beloved radio, I immediately seethed at the sound of her relentlessness. She regaled her "12 points" as if she had just gained the sovereignty of a nation. I was ready to explode like the aforementioned pomegranate. If I were to write her a letter, this is how it would read:
Dear Hillary,
Maybe you can forget that your husband, while president, placed his penis into the mouth of a "well-groomed" intern, while she was on her knees before him. In fact, he did this while doing his job as President. I don't know about you, Hillary, but I can still envision him standing behind his desk with a drink of fine southern bourbon in one hand; a cuban cigar in the other, and speaking in his throaty, southern drawl. Omnipotent, while talking to a senator over an unsuspecting speaker phone. You didn't see a big, red stop sign at this point? How does a person who cannot heed a stop sign possess what it takes to run a country?
Perhaps you and Bill believe it's possible to possess two sets of morals: one set for running a country and one set for sustaining a healthy marriage. It seems both roles, be it president or spouse, require love and commitment.
In your speech last night, you let the country know that an older gentleman found you to be a shining example of what the possibilities for women can be, and he whispered this into his granddaughter's young ear. Shame on you, Hillary. You and Bill try to mesmerize, hypnotize the masses through fact stacking, omissions, opportunistism and hair-splitting justification as truth: "I did not have sexual relations with that woman", Bill declared.
Bill then went on to become the naive victim without possession of knowledge regarding what constitutes sexual relations. Some American women who have probably been in your position regarding this issue said, "there, there, Bill", while some American men performed quiet high fives and fist pumps. Bill instantly became their American hero.
Hillary, you have the Pennsylvania working class by their blue collars for the moment, and they gladly handed you their lapels. Barak Obama made the "mistake" of speaking the plain old, unvarnished truth about our still sleeping nation (yeah, I wrote it). And you, ever the opportunistic politician performed your watch-me-pull-a-rabbit-out-of-my-hat trick.
(Sigh) A possible eight more years of you and Bill or a possible eight more years of George W. Bush via Mr. John McCain...which is worse? To me the possibilities are equally awful.
But, I'll lay bets that when the last vote is tallied and, if, and that's a big if, it is between you and Mr. John McCain, whoever becomes President will go back on their vows to the American people, and especially the working class Americans.
Take that as my challenge to you, possible Madame President. By the way, like your predecessors, you were referred to as "first lady". Will Bill be referred to as "first gentleman" or just "first man"? Wow, now there's a title, almost better than Madame President. Almost...?
Izzy
p.s. And to think, my original intention in writing today's blog entry was to write about how well my prayer and meditation practice is going. Silent high fives and fist pumps all around!
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