Fun with Politics (109)

Continuing to whine about Hillary’s math is like trying to milk the bull while the cow is standing a few feet away; wondering when the hell anybody is going to pay attention to her.

Sorry for the run-on sentence, but there is no story here, and I wish the media would stop trying to create one.

 

Meantime, some bad reports are coming from the Windy City. I have a bit of a soft spot for Chicago; it was he first place I landed when I immigrated to America. The man who is now my husband indulged my need to go to all the usual places a fresh immigrant likes to see, from Dunkin’ Donuts to Macy’s, and I have fond memories. We even went back for our honeymoon, although it was so bloody cold my face froze within ten seconds of leaving our hotel.

With the recent increase in violence, the city has decided to up security, and the cops have been handed some fun new weapons. Will it help? Maybe; if they don’t shoot their eye out first.

I know what Chicago needs: a real life Batman. I can just see him swinging from the Sears Tower. Hey, isn’t Huckabee looking for a new high-profile job? I wonder if the black-rubber-look would work for him.

 

Fun with Politics (95)

With the exception of Edwards, I can barely remember who ran alongside Hillary and Obama. That’s because those Democrats that dropped out of the race early made a quiet and well-mannered exit. They don’t continue to pop up all over the place like celebrity has-beens on a reality show no one wants to watch.

What is it with Huckabee and Romney that they just won’t go home? Give it up already; no one cares what you have to say, that’s why you had to drop out in the first place!

It’s not just that they won’t leave; it’s the additional stupidity of the comments. As if Romney wants to make sure we won’t regret not supporting him, he now calls Obama ‘elitist’.  Romney, we already knew you were an idiot; it’s not as if we need a reminder.

But then, maybe you do; which, I have to say, is a bit annoying.

 

A much funnier bit of news is the replacement of the Fraudulent Mediums Act of 1951; this, so the spiritual healers, fortune-tellers and other wankers claim, will mean they have to now prove that they are genuine, which “no other religion has to do”. They might also have to give clients a disclaimer about their services. For instance, if they claim to communicate with your dead uncle Bernie, they will have to warn you that it might not actually be your uncle Bernie.

Hold the Crystal ball, people. Since when are spiritual healers part of a religion? It seems that some tighter laws regulating these idiots is the best thing ever; besides, if they are real healers and fortune tellers, they’ve got nothing to worry about. But of course, they’re not.

Or did they think Harry Potter was real?

 

 

 

 

Fun with Politics (84)

Oh Huckabee, why won’t you go away? It was fun for a while, but then it ended, and we’ve all moved on. Why can’t you? Signing on with a Hollywood talent agency, a new website, a new political action committee; what are you planning? I can’t figure out the pattern, but soon, I will. Whatever it is you’re conniving to do; if you’re still thinking about the Vice presidency, stop it now.

 

Other things I am tired off:

• Lou Dobbs
• Cats who don’t bury their turds (that means you, Lola!)
• Telemarketers
• That commercial with the guy in the crappy car who should have checked his credit
• Voter blocks; on Monday, it’s the white working class males that will ‘swing the vote’, on Tuesday it’s the ‘single women.’ Soon, it will be the Southern fry cooks, but only if they own a puppy and drive a Toyota.
• Yoghurt that supposedly helps your digestive system
• Weather men that say “precip” because they can’t be bothered to pronounce the whole word
• Billy Mays yelling about Oxy clean and light switches
• American Idol