BareTalk Oblameus vs Shillary (or is that Shrillary…can she be debarked like a Basenji, or worse, is that cackle contagious?)
B.O. is barreling down a track toward the European Socialism Party’s nomination, picking up stench and steam based upon a platform written in invisible ink, upon a voting record of “present” and upon white papers written on an Etch-a-Sketch, which…when shaken vigorously, fade to gray (we don’t say the word black, it’s simply implied) so that new positions can be drawn tomorrow.
Baretalk’s positions are like the Kama Sutra for Seniors. Lots of positions, I just can’t seem to bend enough to get into any of them.
The You Bet Your Life magic word for his campaign is “change”, I know, I’ve seen the duck drop down with it in his mouth several times…but what precisely is the change from “present”?
Absent?
Of course, the “Two-fer” candidate (much like Bennifer or TomKat)…is our own Shillary and do not ever count out a comeback kid. After all there are over a billion Chinese and if votes can be bought for a couple of nights in the Lincoln bedroom and a few military secrets, given our porous borders, anything is possible.
If only Chicago was repositioned in San Diego. The Bears might find a quarterback after 50 years of searching, the Cubs could find a World Series after 100 years of searching, and all those poor dead people wouldn’t have to be bothered by precinct captains for yet another election day “dig” for votes.
Lest we forget Baretalk is not the only one with Chicago democratic machine connections, where the “graveyard shift” works overtime on election day, and remember our Maine Township girl did get one Kennedy family member endorsement.
(Although as noted above, something must be done about that cackle, is it possible to get Hollywood to infuse a laugh track at appropriate moments? Not likely, since the TinselTonsils set are bloviating for Oblameus)
Of course, it’s not as spontaneous as “live laughing”, but at least it won’t sound as if her next puff piece with a fawning Meredith, Diane or Matt will have her traveling to the set on a broomstick.
You would think the Republicans would have a cakewalk to at least the debates…but they seem to have borrowed Dick Cheney’s hunting rifle and are looking down the sight toward their own figurative foot.
Rush has launched a “McCain Ain’t Able” campaign and if the conservatives decide to sit it out while the Euro-Socialist party serves up the bubbly on election night in November, the hangover when we all wake up the next day will be half coronation, half coronary. (What did I just do, Jimmy Joe?)
And Huckabee Finn is floating his campaign upstream which,other than creating mischief, appears there to no real end, other than to make a good run spoiled.
In the end of the primary silly season, it appears that the debates will be McCain vs Baretalk and it will play out like a Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam) song:
McCain at 72: “It’s not time to make a change, just sit down, take it easy, you’re still young, that’s your fault, there’s so much you have to know…”
Baretalk at 12 1/2:”If THEY were right, I’d agree but it’s THEM you know not me…”
Oh, well. American politics is like eating blowfish. It costs a fortune, is tasteless and it’s likely to kill you…but, that’s the thrill of it, I suppose.
