hillary and sarah's private time ...

Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin meet in the same leather-walled room that McCain and Obama met earlier in the week.

Hillary: Hey, babe.
Palin: How are you, Hil?
Hillary: I’m ok. You?
Palin: Just starting it seems. Been a hectic ride so far.
Hillary: You making sure John gets his meds?
Palin: Yeah. At least until January 20.
Hillary: I always liked you.
Palin: Tell me about Barry’s wife, please.
Hillary: You can take the girl out of the ghetto, but not the ghetto out of the girl.
Palin: I’ve seen that. Before she did this Betty Crocker routine at the convention …
Hillary: Yeah, make me puke!
Palin: Oh, Hil, it was laughable! The real truth was seen when you gave your speech. You see the tapes?
Hillary: Yeah [laughing]. Looked like those hemorrhoids she popped during birth were in full bloom.
Palin: The girl can’t pull it off. She’s angry.
Hillary: She has no idea what it means to have the cameras on 24 hours a day.
Palin: Unlike Bill, eh?
Hillary: Let’s not go there. I’m a little pissed at that boy.
Palin: What up?
Hillary: We were stuck in an elevator for five minutes at the hotel. It just stopped.
Palin: Yeah, I read that.
Hillary: The flop sweat coming off him was embarrassing.
Palin: Really?
Hillary: It was pathetic, Sarah. You’d think his life was closing in on him.
Palin: Lemme guess – it was you, him, and a few male Secret Service, guys, right?
Hillary: Yeah. How’d you know?
Palin: Flop sweat. You were the only female around him. He saw, if you don’t mind me saying so, his own private hell right before his eyes.
Hillary: Good point. I’ll be sure to throw an ashtray at the back of his head next time I see him.
Palin: Your speech – I loved the “traveling sisterhood” bit. Very liberal. It also gave your PUMAs a subtle direction not to disband.
Hillary: [Smiles broadly]
Palin: You gonna Tonya Harding this Chicago mouth?
Hillary: Slowly, very slowly. I’m still contemplating an October Surprise.
Palin: Do tell.
Hillary: Look, the analysis is clear. John really fu--, sorry. John really boned me when he picked you. I can’t run against you in ’12. You got the unions, the mothers, the bleeding-heart-my-baby’s-got-a-disease groups. I’m toast. The twenty years between us will make me look like a hag! Good god, little “g” Sarah, compare our pictures – you the beauty queen, and mine? I strove for and achieved the bull-dyke look.
Palin: So where does that lead you?
Hillary: I’m thinking October 21, 2008.
Palin: Hunh?
Hillary: Here’s the plan. I will campaign for that sorry sack of sh--- stuff in September as if I found Jesus. Know what I mean?
Palin: I know precisely what you mean.
Hillary: [Lowers head] Anyway, then in October, you know – the debates are in the can and all. It’s a good time to slip away.
Palin: I don’t mean to interrupt, but you’ll still prep me for debating Biden, right?
Hillary: Of course, love. No issue. A promise is a promise.
Palin: Thanks.
Hillary: So, I kinda slip into the background in early October. Then I have some social time with someone from WaPo or CNN. Maybe go fishing.
Palin: No shit! Oh! Sorry.
Hillary: It’s OK, dear.
Palin: Go on.
Hillary: I’m gonna do the long, hard look of a contemplative and seasoned statesman.
Palin: Statesman?
Hillary: Is that a lesbian crack?
Palin: Hil, you know me better.
Hillary: Don’t lie to me.
Palin: OK, sorry, yeah it was.
Hillary: Never apologize, Sar. It was good. Quick, subtle, sharp. Always liked you.
Palin: If I wasn’t a Christian and hetero, well, maybe …
Hillary: Yeah, maybe …
Palin: [Sigh]
Hillary: Back on track.
Palin: Please!
Hillary: So, I’m fishing, right? And I start this supportive-yet-concerned bit with the hack or hacks I take along. Then we have dinner, and the theme continues. But subtle, soft – yet consistent. I do it on a Friday.
Palin: Oh, Hillary.
Hillary: Shush, Sarah, shush.
Palin: [Fixes hair, touches her neck.]
Hillary: So then I wait to see the murmurs in the press for a few days. I’ll fan the embers if I need through Bill.
Palin: He’ll do anything for you.
Hillary: As long as I let him off his leash a few times a month.
Palin: I’m so sorry how all that worked out.
Hillary: It’s fine, but thanks. I never liked him. I really didn’t. He sweats when he has sex. I don’t mean he works himself so much that he sweats. I mean it’s like a faucet. Dick hard; sweat glands open. It’s disgusting.
Palin: Yuk! Make me wanna yammy!
Hillary: Back to this – back to this! It’s good.
Palin: OK.
Hillary: So, little bit of criticism of the Dalibama, little bit of proffered direction and advice … all as quiet as I can make it. Nothing in his face. But, Sar, but it will have this rumbling effect to it.
Palin: Like a coming earthquake.
Hillary: Precisely!
Palin: [Sigh.]
Hillary: So, October 21 comes along. A few days before I will let it out that I am going to give a speech. Let the press gather like the vermin they are. Then I slam dunk Puddinghead and his greaseball VEEP.
Palin: Do tell.
Hillary: Here’s what I wrote down so far. “Senator Obama and I fought a hard battle a lifetime ago. That is over. Ancient history. The race for the presidency is between two, no four, individuals. I campaigned hard for Senator Obama through September, and then respectfully yielded the stage.

“I took advantage of my quiet time. I studied and reflected. I analyzed where our country is now and where it needs to go. The challenges immediately ahead of us include closing the Afghanistan campaign, containing the reach of Russia, and shutting down Iran’s nuclear threat. Pakistan is potentially unstable as leadership continues to drift amidst the consolidating and feuding power centers. In addition to these Tier One issues, there is a second tier of noise that could grow as a cancer and have horrific consequences – Mexico is seeing drug violence, Venezuela is speaking brashly with the money to fund interests adverse to ours. Cuba is looking for old-style Soviet sponsorship once again.

“During my reflections, I compared and contrasted Senators Obama and McCain, their personal histories, temperaments, the type of people they surround themselves with.

“I did not know where my deliberations would lead me. But I did reach a conclusion. To be fully open, I wasn’t comfortable with it at first. I threw away every scrap of paper, and started again. Days I toiled. I arrived at the same conclusion.

“Today I stand before you and declare without a care for the political recrimination that may be hurled at me that I can no longer support the candidacy of Senator Obama for the office of the Presidency of the United States. I hereby pledge my full support to Senator McCain and Governor Palin, and will do whatever they ask in support of them.”
Palin: I’ve got goosebumps!
Hillary: I’m damp.
Palin: Hillary, we can’t.
Hillary: I know. I know.
Palin: Your really going to do that?
Hillary: I’ve always liked you, Sarah.
Palin: I know. I knew it in my heart when you tracked me down in snowshoes on that moose hunt in 2003.
Hillary: I froze my ass for you, girl!
Palin: I never forgot it.
Hillary: So, yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do. Make me look badly, will he? He’s toast.
Palin: Should be worth a cabinet spot for you at least. Got something in mind?
Hillary: SCOTUS.
Palin: No, no, no. You know better. Can’t have two abortion-toting women on the bench.
Hillary: Ruth? Don’t worry about Ruth. When I am ready, she won’t be there.
Palin: I don’t want to know.
Hillary: But, Sar, if it has to be something else, couldn’t be an ambassador bit.
Palin: Poontang City for Bill, eh?
Hillary: Got that right.
Palin: So what else?
Hillary: Lieberman gets State. I know that. Romney probably Treasury – what a nasty job.
Palin: Pawlenty to needs to focus on education somehow.
Hillary: That’ll go over big with the teachers’ unions.
Palin: Bunch of whiners anyway.
Hillary: I know.
Palin: I’m gonna be like the Energy Czar. Gonna drill the coast and Alaska like Bill Clinton at an intern convention. Whoops! Did I say that outloud? Oh, Hillary, I am so sorry. That just popped out. Please forgive me.
Hillary: Heard it before, Sar. No problem.
Palin: [Holding Hillary’s hand.] Tell me what you want. SCOTUS maybe, but you need to, um, resolve whatever it is that you need to resolve before it’s on the table.
Hillary: What I want, Sarah, is the Vice President. I don’t mean the office, I mean the officeholder.
Palin: Oh, Hillary. I know. Please. We just can’t.
Hillary: [Sigh.] OK. Look, remember how I held that tea in Ireland with a bunch of ladies, and then claimed I single-handedly negotiated the peace accords?
Palin: Now, THAT was funny.
Hillary: [Stern look.] They laughed at me, Sarah. They laughed at me.
Palin: I’m so sorry.
Hillary: I want to negotiate something for real. I’ve never done it before.
Palin: Anything in mind?
Hillary: Russia’s going to move troops into the Palestinian-Occupied Territories. You know that, right?
Palin: WHAT?!?
Hillary: Follow me. Nobody gives a rip about Iran and its nuclear folly. Even Russia wants them to eat Israeli lead. But, Sarah, when Israel does bomb the sh--, bomb the …, well, you know what I mean. When that happens, the stupid little Palestinians are going to go all NVA.
Palin: NVA?
Hillary: Old reference, sorry. They are going to be uncontrollable. And a few dollars slipped from Syria and the remnants of Iran and Russia will make sure of it.
Palin: So that’s when Russia moves peacekeeping troops in?
Hillary: Bingo! You’re good at this foreign-relations stuff.
Palin: My state neighbors Russia and Canada, remember.
Hillary: Oh yeah, forgot. It's that POS that I'm gonna crucify that has none. So you think I can kinda be the Special Enjoy for this bit right of the Book of Revelation from Christ to John?
Palin: Thank you for knowing the proper name. It just grates me when people say, “Revelations.”
Hillary: Yeah, OK. So …?
Palin: All yours, darling.
Hillary: And the back-up plan is that I off Ruthy and get the SCOTUS seat, right?
Palin: I didn’t hear the first part, but roger-that on the conclusion.
Hillary: Thanks, girlfriend.
Palin: You need to borrow any fishing equipment?

After a warm embrace, they shared a quiet dinner and promised to get together again soon.

cigar discussions ...

UPDATE - ONE WEEK HENCE. As you read below, Obama has just said in an interview "I think that the surge has succeeded in ways that nobody anticipated." ... "I’ve already said it’s succeeded beyond our wildest dreams." The last part is a fucking lie - but the first part was told to him below. Listen to him - he always says - "I've been saying for months" or "I've always said" I really detest liars.

Obama and McCain meet in a leather-walled room, each with a cigar, in an undisclosed home in a faraway place …

McCain: I watched your speech last night.
Obama: I saw your announcement of Palin today.
McCain: Wasn’t bad.
Obama: You picked a girl!
McCain: Your mother’s a girl!
Obama: Good point.
McCain: That bit about reducing taxes on 95% of the middle class was nice,
Obama: Thanks.
McCain: It was complete bullshit, of course.
Obama: I know that.
McCain: But it works. 95% is a high number.
Obama: People will think it means just about all of them.
McCain: Yeah, but you can’t pull it off. W has already reduced taxes too much to leave any dent worth making.
Obama: I know, but they don’t. Listen, if they could do math …
McCain: Which they can’t thanks to your teacher’s unions
Obama: I know. But if they could, they’ll figure it just meant everyone of their friends but the ones they despise anyway.
McCain: Yeah, I caught that.
Obama: So this chick you picked ….
McCain: Good one, eh?
Obama: Yeah, very good. Husband’s union. She fishes. I hate fishing.
McCain: I know. Op research told me.
Obama: Did you do that just to piss me off?
McCain: Sorta.
Obama: You are a dick.
McCain: I can be.
Obama: And a lifelong member of the NRA? Biden has his hands full.
McCain: Speaking of dick, eh?
Obama: Good one.
McCain: Thanks.
Obama: So tell me what you thought of my speech.
McCain: Honest?
Obama: Yeah, please.
McCain: Alright. I think you drank the liberal Kool-Aid.
Obama: But I have to!
McCain: I know. I am not tagging you. I know you had to. But c’mon – off foreign oil in ten years? WTF, Barack?
Obama: John, babe, you know that doofus, that guy, big investor, fuck, what’s his name?
McCain: Buffet?
Obama: Yeah. I always think of that drunken clown in Hawaiian shirts when I’m with him. Hard not to laugh.
McCain: Got that right.
Obama: Anyway. He’s invested big time in wind. He’s slipping my a ton of 527 bucks. I gotta push his agenda. I owe him.
McCain: I know. I feel the same way about the evangelicals. Man, they fucking give a dollar and want a mile.
Obama: If we had a conscious between us, we’d turn away.
McCain: Enough said.
Obama: So anyway, this dude says ten years, so I says ten years. I could give a fuck. Money’s money.
McCain: Sad state of affairs, but I know what you mean.
Obama: Did you hear Pelosi talking about natural gas like it was a replacement for fossil fuels?
McCain: That girl is 4 foot 11 of clueless.
Obama: She’s angry.
McCain: I know. Ask her about Mexico City in 1984 and mention “Juan Titties” sometime.
Obama: Really?
McCain: Oh, Barack, I’m telling you. I never saw a funnier thing in my life. That girl can party, but when she lets loose, it gets ugly. I was all friggin’ NVA watching her.
Obama: NVA?
McCain: Old reference. Nothing.
Obama: So c’mon, you’re holding back. Tell me about the speech. What did you think?
McCain: You can read, I’ll give you that. I want your sorry ass in a town hall.
Obama: Ain’t happening.
McCain: I know. It’s ok. You ain’t getting your cage match either.
Obama: What if I throw Pelosi under the bus for you?
McCain: Would you?
Obama: Would you?
McCain: Throw in Biden.
Obama: Can’t do that, John. That boy’s gotta scrap for me.
McCain: He’ll be fighting a girl.
Obama: Yeah, fuck you very much for that.
McCain: Some people say I’m fighting a girl, too.
Obama: You truly are a dick.
McCain: I like you, Barry.
Obama: I’m fond of you, too, John. Michelle isn’t too crazy about you, though.
McCain: That’s ok. My wife thinks your wife is just a ghetto whore.
Obama: Half right.
McCain: Anyway, your speech. Towards the end you got kinda preachy. You need to watch that. Turns off white people.
Obama: Thanks. I’ll watch that.
McCain: I’m gonna use it in an ad with your buddy Wright.
Obama: I got it coming. It’s ok.
McCain: That Wright is like a piece of work.
Obama: You should see him off camera.
McCain: Got any audio?
Obama: Funny.
McCain: I noticed that you didn’t mention the surge. You know, I think you could have given credit where it was due, and made some points.
Obama: I know. I thought about that. I had it in a draft, but canned it because my advisors said no.
McCain: Your advisors? Barry, babe, c’mon. Advisors are cling-ons. You aren’t supposed to actually listen to those clowns.
Obama: Really?
McCain: Oh boy. Listen. You got yourself here. Not them. They talk good, but that’s all they do. You really would have scored with crediting the surge. You admit a mistake, you give credit to an opponent. The press eat that shit up.
Obama: OK. I’ll do it sometime soon. Thanks.
McCain: Welcome.
Obama: So tell me about this white chick you picked.
McCain: That girl pumped out five kids.
Obama: She like it.
McCain: Got that right.
Obama: But she’s got no experience. I mean a couple of years, but nothing.
McCain: I can’t believe you just said that.
Obama: [Laughing] Yeah, but I’m black.
McCain: Half. And she’s married to a fucking Eskimo!
Obama: I spit out my coffee when I heard that! Great move, Johnny Mac.
McCain: Yeah. It’s like a gift. You know, that Karl Rove can analyze demographics like nothing I’ve ever seen. Just a talent.
Obama: I hate him.
McCain: You should hear him talk about you.
Obama: I bet.
McCain: You’d lose.
Obama: OK, enough of that. So where do we go from here?
McCain: I’ve got my convention next week. You know that Messiah thing they credit you with?
Obama: Yeah …
McCain: I’m gonna crucify you.
Obama: Can’t wait.
McCain: My theme is gonna be your lack of experience.
Obama: That’s accurate.
McCain: Then I am going to have all these carnival freaks …
Obama: Republicans?
McCain: Yeah. All these freaks up there touting my decades in the Senate. The focus will be the legislation I sponsored through the years.
Obama: Ouch!
McCain: Yeah, I know. In your face, Dalibama.
Obama: That’s my favorite, actually – Dalibama.
McCain: Yeah, mine, too.
Obama: OK, so your VP, the convention, then what?
McCain: Guns at 20 paces for a few weeks, then we debate.
Obama: Sounds like fun.
McCain: Got any new ads coming out?
Obama: Just reactionary shit. Gonna toss Ayers under the bus soon enough.
McCain: “Not the Bill Ayers I knew”?
Obama: Yeah. I love that line.
McCain: It worked well. The first five times.
Obama: Good point. Any suggestions?
McCain: “Bill Ayers. What a fucking liar!”
Obama: That works. Let me think about it.
McCain: You do that. You make me laugh, Barack.
Obama: Same here.
McCain: Another scotch?
Obama: Please.

The night continued for a few hours. They agreed to meet again soon.

girls from the hood

Conclusion on The Dalibama speech: Long on emotion; short on realism.

He said McCain will follow Bin Laden to the Gates of Hell but not to the cave in which he lives. Hunh? That’s cute, but … hunh? You gotta know he wanted to make it rhyme by saying “… but not to the cave in which he dwell.” All of a sudden Obambi is a warrior? All of a sudden this hated icon that W went to war over is a desired target? He also said something about taking him out – what happened to granting him full United States Constitution protections under Amendments 4, 5, 6, and 8? And you are going to take the war to Afhganistan? Hunh? What happened to the immediate pull-out? Oh yeah, “end war responsibly.” Whatever that means. I am sure your base loves this change of position. Tell me, why didn’t you talk about the success in Iraq? Remember, the one you said would never be achieved – but was?

If you think a stern talking-to is going to bring Putin or that nutjob in Iran around, whew, son, you be clouded.

He said he will end our oil dependence within ten years. Straight out of a high-school term paper. Son, the power grid rejects wind-generated energy when the wind blows strongest and most steady. It wasn’t designed to absorb such peaks. They have to stop the turbines from, um, turbining (smile). You going to change the power grid in ten years? W is the first to upgrade it in decades, and it is just creating all the redundancies needed to prevent large-scale blackouts. You’re gonna fundamentally alter the power-intake aspects that quickly? How are you going to replace foreign oil without drilling domestically? Natural gas, bub, needs to come up a pipe, too. How about converting our industrial infrastructure to run on alternative fuels? How about all the cars out there? You are advocating new nuclear power plants? What’s the construction time? You run this past Pelosi? You know we are already doing that? We have hundreds of nuclear-waste storage facilities now – at least one located in each present plant – and you are against centralized storage in Nevada. So where will all the new waste go? Look, pal, the reason we are so dependent on foreign oil is because you libs have blocked domestic drilling for more than a decade. You caused this problem. Do not sit there and smugly tell me you know have the answer. Stop drinking your own Kool-Aid. “You Honor, I admitted to killing my parents. Here at sentencing I request the Court’s mercy because, well, you see, I’m an orphan …”

You want to reduce taxes for 95% of families? Really? W took millions off the tax roles by raising the minimum. Remember Bubba said he couldn’t find a way to reduce taxes? You’ll review the budget line by line? Good luck with that. Let me know how it works out for you. But remember, the line-item veto was ruled to violate the separation of powers, and budgets come to you in omnibus form. Also, Congress holds the purse strings, not Executive. You’ll close “corporate loop holes” – like what? Besides the sheer tripe you are peddling, what “loop holes”? The ones for deductions in research and development? What? Talk to me! But wait, you will (which I doubt) reduce my taxes, yet increase the cost of doing business for companies – so I pay higher prices, and the lowest paid will lost their jobs. You are merely shifting the burden from one hole to another.

You’ll debate McCain? That’s like an offer. But all you have agreed to is the perfunctory three old-style debates. You have denied his request for ten townhall-style debates. Pussy.

Why even go into the garbage lines? Women will get equal pay for equal work? That’s federal law, son. You are referring to the statute of limitations for bringing a claim – something in every law in the land except homicide and child molestation. You’re gonna stop insurance companies from discriminating against the sick? Laugh my ass off! Couple that pronouncement with your socialization of medical care, and then go to the UK where people are told – you are too sick to deal with, go home and die; where substandard care is the norm. You’re gonna give soldiers an education? What, the $35,000 or so presently given to them under the GI Bill isn’t enough? Wow. This is mindless crap. WTF?

Explain to me why your people are sending 100,000 e’s an hour to radio and television stations that discuss your connections with Ayers? Tell me why your people are threatening lawsuits, involving the DOJ in these matters? Tell me why your people are invited onto a show to present your counterpoint – your folks refuse to show up – and then you clog the phone lines with your people saying, “this is unfair – Obama’s people should be on, too, to present their side”?

Bottom line, you people are just a bunch of girls from the hood. Long on talk, not capable of face-to-face point-counterpoint, and resort to controlled violence and threats to achieve what you cannot do respectably.

It truly is sad. Bunch of fricking girls. And I don’t mean that in a sexist manner – I mean purely as derogatory. A slap, if you will.

there was this car salesman ...

UPDATE - Welcome, Conservative Grapevine Readers! Thanks, John.

Politics is getting boring very quickly. The Dalibama is a one-note song: Change.

That’s all he’s got. All he can say is “I am not him.” So he is riding this McCain = Bush equation constantly. He has nothing to offer but that he is not W or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Sad.

There’s two cars in lot. The salesman describes the first car in exquisite and excruciating detail. You get to know not just the horsepower but the also the torque. You know the wheel base, the fluids, the crashworthiness, and the maintenance costs. You knowingly nod your head feeling that you have learned everything you need to learn to understand that option. You point to the other car.

“Tell me about that one,” you say.
“Oh that! Well let me tell you,” he shares, “it is NOT the first car.”
“OK. I figured that part out for myself, but thank you. What else?” you inquire.
The salesman looks at your inquisitively. “What do you mean?”
“Um, power, maintenance … you know, what else can you tell me?”
“Oh, there really isn’t anything else to tell.”

As you try to sort whether to buy the first car or just go home, you ask the salesman, “Tell me. You’ve told me nothing about that second car. I figure there’s something to tell – either you don’t know it or don't want to share it. Why do you even have it on your lot”?

“Oh, that’s easy. You see a few months back I had to buy one car and had two to choose from. I took that one because, well, it wasn’t the other one.”

And THAT, I submit, is how The Dalibama got the nomination and how he will run his fall campaign.

yapping

hillary was pretty funny last night in color choice of pantsuit. yeah, ok, i know the orange was meant to contrast sharply with the blue background so that she stood out. but, come on, don't you think it was a play on escaped convict/horny husband for bubba's delight? did you see that smuck mouthing "i love you" several times off-camera to ensure his gesture got picked up? god, he makes me vomit.

so bubba speaks tonight and then leaves town before obama is coronated. did you see the greek columns he is using as a backdrop? laugh my ass off. the boy is just clueless. he was laughed at for his berlin speech. george will wrote correctly that he didn't earn that forum yet. and now he is doing another "how great art me" bit. whew. just a clueless pup.

anyway. what else is going on? working with this mediation company that is growing. lots of coordination and low-hanging fruit right now - initial forms, website issues. still learning the client in-take bit. seems to be working. the owners are nice people. seem to work hard. seem to have taken me in disproportionately to any distance i have earned. interesting ride.

my latest craving is "big cheez-it"s. i thought "big" meant a bigger box. well, that, too, but the crackers are also bigger. they are so bad for me. i can feel the sodium hit my system after just a few. nasty. can't stop. good thing my blood pressure starts out low.

concrete versus abstract people. the former need specific directions; the latter get cranky if you tell them too much. yeah, i love making people cranky.

i talked to my old boss today. he's president of a college now. kinda caretaker position for several months. nice guy. always was good to me. quietly inspired me to produce a lot of work. too bad we don't work together anymore. i wouldn't be surprised if someday we did again. i would never instigate it, but i truly believe he would. not many bosses keep in touch as he has. i am not inclined to move. have some very dear reasons, well, one very dear reason, to stay where i am. we'll see.

what kind of name is "cheez-it" anyway? "it" what? it cheese? cheez-ette too long? ok, cheez-et. -it? these fucking things make my teeth itch. flashback. college. puking cheez-its. ok. i'm done. box away. nasty.

i have seven loads of laundry surrounding me. should get a few done today. rest tomorrow.

maid duty calls ...

quick note ...

I am a third done with my book – 300 pages through both revision and final edit. I have two more sections to write – the descent into heroin, and the prison years. Funny thing, I’ve learned that I need to completely clear my life of major sections before I can start the next one. Almost clean, almost ready.

Working on a few other projects to earn income in the meantime. It’s not easy, but seems to squeak by. Very limited focus: keep the electricity on, food in the fridge, and most bills paid. Yeah, most but not all. Oh well – that’s life.

What prompted me to write was all the political buzz with the DNC convention starting. Can you believe that they nominated and appear ready to coronate a child? Obama has no experience. A career defined by seeking the next office. It’s embarrassing.

His connections to Ayers and the Weather Underground may be his biggest issue. Frankly, I think Obama lied, and he will pay dearly for it. He said something to the effect that Ayers was “just a guy in my neighborhood.” Hunh? They worked closely together on $100MM+ charity. Ayers and his wife babysat Obama’s kids. The connections run deep. And the radical hippies that would like those connections just are not a large enough voting block, nor are they new voters to the dem party.

I laugh as I read that Joe Biden will help carry Pennsylvania because he is from Scranton. I’m from Scranton. Never knew the guy. He has no rep in Scranton. Further, Scranton is considered by the true voting centers – Philadelphia and Pittsburgh – to be an armpit and part of New Jersey, respectively. Biden brings nothing to the ticket except a dangerous mouth.

I think the pubs win this election because McCain got the nod. He is not looked upon as a true republican. Reagan had credibility with the dems because he used to be one and had his time in the unions. McCain gets his credibility because he’s a hybrid from both parties. He needs to be careful with his VP pick. Can’t be Romney – too pub. Gotta be a hybrid of sorts. Powell, I read, came out and said he was supporting Obama. Guess those reports could have been wrong, but it would give light to the rumor that he’s on McCain’s short list.

Watching the DNC Convention this week will be interesting for two reasons. First, Herself is probably going to have her name in nomination for the VP slot. Takes 300 delegate signatures to put a name in. Word is they have 500 with no signs of slowing done. That will be a civil war. Could you imagine Biden having to step aside? The ticket will have no credibility. Bubba will get so much press that he’ll overshadow Obama completely. Talk about losing control.

The second issue is how they are dissing Bubba. Teah, he’s got a Wednesday evening talking gig. That’s good. But they told him his topic – national security. He wanted economic policy. I don’t give a damn if he wanted to talk about the best way to sift through the thousand of applications for WH interns – the dude was your president for eight years! No one give Carter any statesman-like respect, nor does he deserve it. He’s as close to a traitor as any previous president has ever ventured – hell, even non-presidents. The boy is trouble (and Teddy is the one with the diagnosed brain tumor – go figure). Before Bubba and Carter, the only dem presidents are all, well, long dead.

So Bubba IS your statesman. Yeah, ok, I know that sucks. But he is! And he can fire up troops. He can get people to drink the Kool-Aid. You have two choices – give him everything or nothing. Trust him to ultimately do what is right or take him behind the woodshed. But do not, Obama, do any half measures like give him a topic like he’s a senior in college. Are you truly that naïve? It is just painful to watch you.

You see those reports about George Obama, resident of Kenya, half brother of Brack, who lives in US$12 a year in a shack? I paid little attention when I first saw the reports. It’s not much different than finding any other obscure and embarrassing fact. Never mind that Obama made US$4MM last year. But today I learned something interesting. Changed my mind. Obama has met his half brother twice. Never helped the dude. A shack. US$1 a month budget. Nothing. What a self-absorbed prick.

I may start blogging more regularly. Not sure. Politics always gets me going.