The SMELL of Politics is in the Air!
Yep, THAT'S where that odour de jour is coming from...

Hey, you know, at this point, I don't have to search far and wide for stuff to blog about, not with all of the talking heads on every single TV network ramming political-candidate stuff into the ground, until it gets to the point where they're questioning themselves over how much they actually care about all of this political crap. But by the time one talking head reaches that point, his hour-long-show is all wrapped up, and in steps the next talking head to espouse, prognosticate, analyze and skepticize all of the current political issues all over again. It's sort of a 'beat-you-over-the-head-till-you-submit' kind of thing. UNCLE! UNCLE! I've had ENOUGH!

Unless God returns to Earth to part the Red Sea once again, we're probably gonna have a Democratic Prezzential Administration come this November. Although, George Dubya Bushed will be the lamest of all lame ducks until Next January 20th...(see the 'countdown clock' in the left margin of this blog for exactly How Much Time He Has Left...) At this point, I'd settle for a candidate who LOOKS and SOUNDS Prezzidential. Someone who doesn't look like they're frying their brain matter when they extemporize before the ever-hungry public. All I know is, we need a new Prezzident BAAAAAD.

Over on the Demo side, there are two main candidates. Barack Obama (who does sound Prezzidential), and Hillary, who, if her political career doesn't go anywhere, could possibly find a career as an Air Raid Siren somewhere. Nope, nothing subtle about Hillary, not at all. I've heard lately (from one of those faceless Talking Heads) that as far as Hillary's concerned, it's all about just getting in front of the public with as much power as anyone in this ultra-fragmented nation of ours can ever hope to have. In short, she wants to Get To The White House in the WORST way. And if she does get there, it might be just that...ulp...

We all know there are, in spite of our rampant political-correctness, smoky back rooms where deals are made and negotiations are forcibly stamped down to a small concentrated electron-microscopic core that has to be reached before any further progress can be made. In short, no matter Who the candidate, no one person can ever completely have his way. It's not "sell-out" but it's awfully doggone close. Witness George W. Bush...his running mate is the only living person on the planet who could make him look WORSE...but I guess the Vice-Prezzident had a certain amount of power, coercion, and forcible persuasion...and maybe George Dubya knew this, but had to "settle", just to keep the peace within the party. And we, as a nation, RE-ELECTED them! What could we have been thinking?

Well, if the Democratic Party assumes the Prezzidential throne next January 20th, having been voted in by millions of disgusted voters who went with the least-lethal choice available, we may end up settling for a ticket like the one I've pictured below, the result of forcible persuasion in the smoky back rooms of the Democratic party...be afraid, be very, very afraid.......


www.spokesmanreview.com/blogs/hbo is the source of this poor innocent photo that I've mercilessly mangled.
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Oh my gosh, I've done gone and scared myself...after looking at this monstrous photo re-creation, I'm glad I have a bottle of Pepto-Bismol around here somewhere...