During my childhood, one certain way to determine that a current teen heart throb was quickly cementing his path towards becoming a former teen heart throb, was when the local radio station ran the ubiquitous, “win a dream date with x,” promotion. The lucky preteen girls would be encouraged to call in, write in, or just generally debase themselves in some fashion, and they would get to spend 45 minutes of quality time with some aging face hell bent on pimping out what was left of his looks to squeeze the last few pesos out of his fifteen minutes. Within six months of the shameless attempt to trade relevancy for cash, the star was gone from the public eye, only to appear on retrospective where are they now shows, or promoting some K-Tel-hits-of-the-old-days-I-can’t-believe-that-great-price recording collections.
Now, most of us have known for decades at least, that in the game of self dignity, politicians are woefully short. That is to say, they possess absolutely no shame in what they’ll do for money. They’ll leave no rock over turned in searching for some way to embarrass their opponents for committing the very sins that they themselves commit with nary a thought. Most importantly, dignity is an afterthought in the political game, reserved for only the weakest.
That is why it shocked no one, when during the 2012 Election, Team Obama/Biden unveiled their, “win a date with Barack and Joe,” contest. Eight bits was sufficient enough of a donation to get yourself a slim chance at obtaining that golden ticket to dine and party like a rock star with our President and his Veep. (The original asking price for a chance to win that magic moment was $3, but it gradually got marked down to couch cushion territory.)
Apparently, the concept has been brought back, as that fifteen minutes did not have the good sense to expire on this national joke/nightmare like it should have two years ago. So, without further ado, here it is again. Still, there is something different this time around.
The Zero is not running again for office. His campaigning is supposed to be finished, and his focus was promised to have been on actually doing his job this time. He is pimping himself out for a final push on his signature achievement, which was passed into law five freaking years ago. I really don’t know which saddens me more, that we have a President who is pulling this stunt to pimp out a current law which now has five candles on the birthday cake, or that we have a President who feels as though he needs to avail himself of the same fame grabbing techniques as were taught to us by the ever present high school musical, “Bye Bye Birdie.” Either way, I guess that it is we the people who are the losers in this scenario, stuck with Obama, and stuck with what he’s done. Then again, we get the government we deserve, and until we do something about it, this will be our result.
Exit question: What sort of grub will the Bamster lay on the winner? Do you think they’ll eat like Michelle, good tasting food meant for human consumption, or will they graze on protein rich food pellets and low carb celery sticks, without the ranch dressing?