PapaJohnQ
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On a trip to the US of A in another century, I caught my dearly beloved comic, Rush ("Hit 'em up, knock 'em up, slam dunk 'em, Rush "Ditto Head," motor mouth), as in get high (now there's a rush), on the car radio in Rush Hour traffic, which meant bumper to bumper at close to 3 mpy (y => year) congestion. Perhaps I was getting stoned on the noxious fomes from the neary capable of 300 kpm Lamborghini racing against my rental car inch by inch, wishing for the days when I would run my Fiat 850 Spyder close to its top speed of 77mph in the draft of a Peterbilt semi on the Santa Anna Freeway, cautiously sliding under the Freuhof Trailor to appear in the left lane out of sight of his wide mounted West Coast rearviews.
Over the years, I became reminded of the boy who cried "Wolf!" just for fun to watch the villigers rally round the sheep, only to discover when the Wolf was really there, no one came. Well Rush, take it from me, no one, not even you, can be wrong 100% of the time!
I am proud to be born in the US of A! I thought the great difference between the PR person of JFK, and the PR person of the Yorba Lina kid was that JFK, a womanizer of great ilk, suffering from Parkinsonianism, wearing an iron brace to control his shaking, managed to create a myth of cult around himself in his own time. Knowing he was a superficial dolt who served to further his bootlegging Papa's pro-NAZI ideals by becoming the Vatican's candidate for Pres, he gathered the brightest, elitest minds in the country, to run his presidency, while he convieniently fled the jurisdiction so that the myth could live forever. Richie on the other hand was a genius. I was proud when the political pro's in my home state, (Also the home of Papa George's Vice What's his name) had billboards saying Nix the Commie, and get the US out of the UN and Nix out of the White House. Hoist by his omn petard, paranoia (coming from California - it was probably quadrinoia) Richie surrounded himself with a bunch of plumbers who were so dumb they turned a black bag job into a lead pipe cinch, and tried to stop the Watergate with sticky tape, which not only gummed up the works, but which did not amount to the bravado of Stonewall Jackson, or even "Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" As tricky Dick soon discovered, trying to backwater your canoe when the surf is up is a quick way to end up s...'s creek without a paddle.
Not dead yet, the Greek (beware Greek's bearing gifts, a lesson Jackie O learned the hard way, having, despite her Vassar John Normanish education-preparation to be bought at auction by a warrior Prince, forgotten her Homer, being deluded into thinking it was a sport term like "first down" or "going all the way" although the latter refers to many sports including tonsil hockey,) got tossed to let an ex-football palayer whose position was described by, Lyndon be good, as one where you can go either way, and/or drop the ball and no one cares, take the job. A car of the people, the Reps having learned from the Deps, found the perfect PR vehicle to carry their banner, and so after many humble endings, famous for riding off into the sunset with the end written on his back, replaced the baptist lay preacher gowing goober peas because he sinned the unforgiveable sins of a pro pol, he was honest, genuine, principled, and last once again but probably worst, honest. The chump thought that poor folk deserved more home and shelter than a piece of concrete for a bed and a slab of cardboard for insulation. Had he never heard "Adversity makes the best handmaiden!" Prolloy not, I just made it up.
In another century I drove a 5 liter Turbocharhed Mustang on the high speed roads on the world. The car like Jimmie was a dud. Although at 60 mph the tach showed 1800 rpm in fourth, at 4500 rpm, it only it only showed 85 mph on the Jimmie spedo. And the original French tires threw tread at 85 mph. So much for PR. Remember the ticket of the last great Irish hope: "You drink, I'll drive."
As a newspaper reporter, I once did an interview on a pol who had one been a high school social studies teacher. "In a democracy, the voters elect the candidate they deserve!" he pontificated. I thought about that as he went to jail.
After the reps tried to crucify slick Willie and silly Hilly, he for gettng a blow job, she for not, they foisted upon an unreelenting public a born again christian who got direct intelligence by falling on his knees and asking devine guidance. Having told Papa to "go to Bed" he got reelected on the theory "never change microbes in the middle of a horse," thus giving the Amis a ride for their money as the alphabet soup clandestines took over the business of running the world.
It is a pretty good business, remember Panama, Libya, Iraq, Osama, (the man without a country like the leaders of the other three creatons of the folks who say, "We have got to deal with the OBL. Dide you ever visit any of the clandestine US prisions all over the world where we from the land of the fee and the home of the rave show would be doms how to really torture, maim, and where we demonstrate the real meaning between the haves and the have nots. Real men eat spinach, have ugly skinny girl friends, and don't drive submarines.
Obama is doing a great job of cleaning house. His cabinet post hopefuls are falling like kingpins, showing joe shit the ragman in what really bad shape our country is in. When the banker (the same guy who tied Miss Molly to the train tracks in hopes of having Mama who could not pay the rent order her daughter give up that which she had long since given away) is held in high regard (Remember J.C. threw the money lenders out of the temple (for you gentiles, a place of worship)not a place for getting so drunk you drive your car through your best friends car, killing the driver, and not remembering a thing.) your heart may be right, but you have been drinking too much Goldwater.
Jumping on McCain for choosing a Hockey Mom for VP, using political reality in a country where we also vote with high powered ridles means unless we got Mc and the hockey mom simultaneously, we would be faced with Nancy as our newbie, was true political good sense. No one shot Papa George or baby bush either. What would have Popa Doc's flee the jurisdiction company have done if Popa Doc became Pres?
As for Obama, I have to be honest. Without the Great Lebanon hope for the consumers without a brief running for president and allowing little Geo with the help of his brother to steal the election from the old tobacco farmer, "You're going to die anyway, even if you live sanely and consensually. Chain smoking four or five packs a day is not a cry for help, it is a death wish. What are a few carcinogens among friends, anyway?" born again anti CO2ist.
Lets face it! We have been living the "let George do it!" syndrome for over a hundred years. If we did not vote, what do we care who is president? If we did vote, we are stuck with the results. Just think what slick Willy would be doing in the secluded rooms of the White House if silly Hilly were the Merkel of the US of A. How would Alaska survive without a Hocky Mom doin' stuff?
Last caveat: Teddy, not the driver, the other one, is clained to have said: "Speak softly and carry a big stick!" (I don't think JFK ever truely understood what he meant!) Does that sound reasonable to you from someone who disembarked his "rough Riders" in Montauk and rode the 110 miles to New York City where he was greeted by the bankers for having won the war to end Pulitzer's competition with Wille Hearst whose granddaughter gets the yellow bannana for being the most prominent sub of all times, now chained to her former guard.
A willing suspension of disbelief may not be necessary for real life, though it seems that is what the nation of sheep being led by the ugly Americans seems to believe. I suspect it might be otherwise. Naughty Ralph sucked the folk into believing #PR claims and pro pols and other bad guys. PT Barnum one said "A fool and his money are soon parted!" because "A sucker is born every minute - and two to take him!"
Rally round the flag boys. Keep Guantanamo alive! Keep those clandestine torture camps open all over the world . Please big brother, kin I have uh job at one fer young and beeutiful females. The only good Serb is a torturing serb. And if we by some mistake torture some peacenick liberal college kind to death just for the fun of it, stonewall, stonewall, stonewall.
As a clandestine who I never met, did not know, and have never spoken to once said, even paranoid personalities, have enemies. Have 'em, hell I make 'em!
Truth hurts! We don't feed our critics radoiactive crunches for breakfast, or poison them withe olde fashioned lead. They just have accidents. Or brain tumors.
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Overload!
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