I’ve struggled with attempting to understand the mind of a liberal, and over the years I’ve shared those struggles with you. Looking back on the 2008 campaign, and listening to the throngs of my fellow citizens extolling the virtues of our current President, I was indeed puzzled that no where on his list of virtues was any discussion of any proven ability or accomplishment. He was The Obamesiah, simply a man who’s mere presence on the world stage would cause the heavens to part, the rise of the oceans to cease, hunger and misery to abate, and kittens would be happily coexisting with puppies, as was evidenced by the award of a Nobel Peace Prize for what he was expected to accomplish. Teen and Twenty something women would faint and need first aid simply because they were in an audience that he was addressing. Falling for the snake oil sales pitch of Barack Obama was considered cool. I’ll be leaving to throw up, you feel free to watch the video of an Obama voter speaking with her former self.
So, now that the presumptive nominees are set, and the race boils down to Obama defending his job against Romney, we can get to the business of the Veepstakes. Obama it seems will stick with the barely sentient buffoon who makes him look smart by means of comparison, Joe Biden. This is the man who was supposed to lend his foreign policy expertise to Team Zero, since he was on the wrong side of history during ever single partisan divide our nation has ever faced. The result of that of course is that our foreign policy, in no small part by the way thanks to the imbecilic leadership of Hillary Clinton, has been an unmitigated disaster. As a matter of fact, were it not for the utter failure of the Zero’s domestic agenda and economic leadership, foreign matters alone and the absolute childish way in which all things related to our State Department have been handled would in itself have been enough of a campaign issue with which to fire the current leadership team. That, my gentle snow flakes is what the over rated commodity of hipster cool gets you. I would say, that and 50 cents will net you a cup of coffee, except that coffee is now $1.99, and by this time next year, all bets are off.
Who will Mitt Romney pick for his number two person. I think we’ve all seen the same lists bandied about. We’ve heard all of the appropriate talking heads give their expert opinions as to who he should pick. It’s been treated with the same pageantry you’d expect from one of those reality shows where a guy picks a bride from amongst a dozen vacuous pretty blonds who behave like back stabbing rats on a sinking ship. Every reason under the sun is given to support the decision, except of course for mere competence. So and so will bring in this constituency, while the other person will help with this state. This person is too boring or that person doesn’t have the sex appeal to look good for the ladies during the debates.
Yesterday, Brian Williams of NBC asked Mitt Romney if it were true that he plans on picking a, “boring white guy,” to be his running mate for the election this November. So that’s where we are in our nation today. Several decades ago, while I was still a student in school, “Gulliver’s Travels,” was required reading. A novel by Jonathon Swift, it was meant as a stinging satire of Swift’s fellow members of the human race. One of Lemuel Gulliver’s stops was on the island of Lilliput. The Lilliputians you see picked their national leaders by grading various circus acts. We readers were softly directed by Swift to see the folly of a nation who picked their leaders base on the most shallow of superficialities. Of course, Swift wrote his novel before the age of television, teleprompters, MTV, and Hopety Change.
Long story short, I’m tired of the flashy show piece national leaders. What after all is wrong with picking a leader not based on star power, but competence. We’ve picked the flashy empty suit, the guy who made the ladies swoon, and where did it lead? Things after all did not end well for the Lilliputians, who could not figure out how to extinguish a fire burning down the castle. They needed Gulliver to do it for them, and after a night of drinking wine, let’s just say that his solution to the problem was somewhat unique. Such is the situation we find ourselves in. We picked the best circus act in town to run our country, and they have lived up exactly to my expectations. Shockingly, we find our figurative situation exactly like nation in which we may seek out a giant to relieve himself at our expense, and that would be the best of our possible outcomes.
In light of our current GDP announcement, which will of course be adjusted downward as is always the case when Democrats occupy the Oval Office, serious talk of QE3 is now happening in the nation’s Federal Reserve System. The wrong answer to a misdiagnosed problem, meant to somewhat mitigate the disastrous consequences of previous meddling in our economy by the same cast of clowns, and Brian Williams wants to know what circus acts Mitt Romney will be demanding of his contestants for the number two slot on his campaign ticket. You can label me jaded if you desire, but at what point in our self identity as a nation did mere competence become synonymous with boring? I personally would love to see Mitt Romney pick as his running mate, someone who shares my views politically as well as my values as an American citizen, and has demonstrated the ability to accomplish the specific tasks required of a President so that I might reasonably be assured that they will be successful should they ever occupy the Oval Office. That’s just me though, selfishly insisting that our political leaders show mere competence, rather than being flashy circus clowns.