
Battle of the stuffed suits in Las Vegas
Throwing chairs: That’s what counts. That and being an asshole. If these stupid debates prove anything, it’s that policy ideas don’t mean a damned thing. Herman Cain, the one guy who’s proposed anything to actually debate — his 9-9-9 tax plan — was practically jeered out of the room. Apparently he didn’t get the memo that the only thing the base cares about is shooting illegal immigrants. Also, he was wearing a yellow tie. You can never be taken seriously unless you’re wearing a red one — or a subtle blue, but that can be considered subversive with this crowd. Ask Mitt Romney.
I wonder if Romney’s ever been in a fistfight. I had the feeling he was close to it last night. Rick Perry was this close to taking a swing — or pulling his Glock, but it’s too early in the campaign for that. It’s funny: These guys don’t disagree on anything that matters, but because they both want the same office, the oval one, they’re ready to rip out each other’s throat over insubstantial differences. Rage fueled by ambition: That’s a quality you really want in a person who controls the nuclear arsenal.
The combination of crazy people and nuclear weapons always makes me think of Dr. Strangelove. Did any of the candidates mention purity of essense, or precious bodily fluids?
I’m so glad that “My Last Rant on Politics” (in September) wasn’t your last rant on politics!
Did I say it was my last? Only fooling. Eliminate American politics, and you eliminate about 80 percent of potential things to write about.