W Stands for Whaaaaat???
I feel so frustrated....so disappointed….so ANGRY! I feel like going out and burning a bra or something. Except I don’t have a bra and if I did it might be deemed hate speech and then I might have to go to jail, and if I did I might get Cindy Sheeman as a cellmate, and I’d end up in a hairy arm pitted full nelson and I hate getting beat up by girls. So instead, I shall sit here in my comfy chair and whine about it on the internet.
I signed up for fireworks. That’s right, I wanted to light up the political and cultural landscape that has been so darkened by the liberal plague. I talked to my friends and invited them to join the fireworks show. I walked countless miles, left countless messages, held signs, argued with foes, and basically worked my little fingers to the bone trying to make sure as many people as possible would support the fireworks show. And they wanted to! YAY! We won! YAY! So we all gathered on the lawn prepared to see the fruition of all those unpaid hours of labor. And then…..AND THEN…..*pop* Some disinterested looking fellow came out and threw down one of those little white Hershey-Kiss looking little things: pop. yay.
In case you didn’t catch on to my analogy (though I always have been a fan of fireworks), I’m talking about the lackluster appointment to the Supreme Court, Harriet Miers. (Yeah, she spells it “Miers”…I’m not sure if there’s some cultural reason for that, like that guy from Road Rules “Darrell” who insisted that his name was (phonetically) DUH-RELL. But that’s beside the point.) But let me first start with the previous appointment, John Roberts. When I first heard the name (and yes I was one of those pathetic political junkies hovered around the TV with my fingers cross when he announced…I need a hobby), I was like “Hmmm, well I didn’t see that coming but it could definitely be worse.” After watching the hearings on CSPAN (I know…a hobby) I am truly impressed with Mr. Roberts. He actually looks like the kind of guy (or gal to you bra burners) that I wanted. Not a Republican, DEFINITELY not a Democrat, but an intelligent, non-partisan judge who will look to the law, see what it says and then find the correct decision as opposed to thinking, “Ok, I know how this should come out, now how can I make the Constitution say it?” (See Roe V. Wade) So, I was skeptical but kept an open mind and I think I’m satisfied.
Then a truly great American, Judge Rehnquist, died. I don’t want to get into a tribute to him, but he was truly a wonderful human being and a stellar judge. So Bush had the opportunity to put a new Chief into place. The chief (though only having an equal 1 vote) assumes the responsibilities of the logistics, the inner workings of schedules, meetings, and dockets, to keep the highest court of the land running smoothly. Here was the PERFECT opportunity to send the “adjudicate not legislate”. As a double whammy to the Dems, the most qualified, most capable candidate also happened to be a black man who worked his way up from the VERY BOTTOM of the economic and social rung to land a position in The Court. CLARENCE THOMAS! I mean, come on! He is known for his stringent work ethic and attention to detail (and I got to shake his hand). Alas, the night sky remained dark as Roberts was re-nominated for the Chief spot. A newcomer. A man who, though indisputably intelligent, has minimal judicial experience and has never worked with the people is now going to lead. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Sigh
Now to the ultimate source of my angst and apprehension. As I stood in the dark field with my brethren staring at the dark sky, I couldn’t help but feel like a contestant on The Price Is Right waiting for the curtain to be pulled back. But instead of a nice shiny Corvette…I got a jackass (Like a donkey, as in inferior to a car not like a stupid person…actually it might turn out to be both). WHY??? WHY MR. BUSH???
(Me knocking on President Bush’s door)
Hey buddy, remember me? Yeah, I was that college student who got the worst GPA of his college career because he was putting in 30-65 hours a week working to get you back in White House? Yeah, that’s me. Well, when I was doing that it was because I believe in the principles of conservatism NOT because you were a friend of mine or you were in my clique. I didn’t put that work in so that you could reward your pals with cool new titles. I understand being loyal to friends. Loyalty is a great quality…in a dog, not a president. If you’re going to be blindly loyal, why don’t you do it for the people who elected you? Remember us? “Value Voters?” Yup, well we’re not all giggles and smiles when you give us a candidate who is in favor of gay adoption. We didn’t pop the corks when you gave us a woman who is in favor of an international criminal court. In case you didn’t get the clue when Harry Reid said that he DID like her, we don’t want a woman who gave money to both Gore AND Clinton!!! (By the way all three of those things are true)
After I threw my tantrum, I tried to find solace in the Vice Presidents oh-so-comforting words, “trust the President.” Yeah, ok. That’s all fine and dandy, but this shouldn’t be something that I have to blindly trust him on. If I’m jumping out of a plane at 40,000ft I want my parachute to be made by a company with a proven track record, and Bush saying “oh trust me, I knew the guy that made it, he’s swell” ain’t cutting it. And believe me, this is nothing short of America jumping out of an airplane.
I don’t know Mr. Bush. You’re getting really close to breaking my heart. Seriously, you’re just a different person. Is there another interest in your life that has taken my (The Base) place in your life? Who is she/he?
Ok, maybe that lipstick on your collar really was caused by a tight elevator or whatever. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe you really have just been busy, and that you haven’t forgotten about our relationship. But please, you’re really starting to scare me.
We’ll see. We’ll see. I hope he knows what he is doing, but based on the information we have now she sure wouldn’t get MY vote for confirmation. And I’m sure not feeling like telling my friends about the fireworks display. Pop. Fizzle. Goodbye.
I signed up for fireworks. That’s right, I wanted to light up the political and cultural landscape that has been so darkened by the liberal plague. I talked to my friends and invited them to join the fireworks show. I walked countless miles, left countless messages, held signs, argued with foes, and basically worked my little fingers to the bone trying to make sure as many people as possible would support the fireworks show. And they wanted to! YAY! We won! YAY! So we all gathered on the lawn prepared to see the fruition of all those unpaid hours of labor. And then…..AND THEN…..*pop* Some disinterested looking fellow came out and threw down one of those little white Hershey-Kiss looking little things: pop. yay.
In case you didn’t catch on to my analogy (though I always have been a fan of fireworks), I’m talking about the lackluster appointment to the Supreme Court, Harriet Miers. (Yeah, she spells it “Miers”…I’m not sure if there’s some cultural reason for that, like that guy from Road Rules “Darrell” who insisted that his name was (phonetically) DUH-RELL. But that’s beside the point.) But let me first start with the previous appointment, John Roberts. When I first heard the name (and yes I was one of those pathetic political junkies hovered around the TV with my fingers cross when he announced…I need a hobby), I was like “Hmmm, well I didn’t see that coming but it could definitely be worse.” After watching the hearings on CSPAN (I know…a hobby) I am truly impressed with Mr. Roberts. He actually looks like the kind of guy (or gal to you bra burners) that I wanted. Not a Republican, DEFINITELY not a Democrat, but an intelligent, non-partisan judge who will look to the law, see what it says and then find the correct decision as opposed to thinking, “Ok, I know how this should come out, now how can I make the Constitution say it?” (See Roe V. Wade) So, I was skeptical but kept an open mind and I think I’m satisfied.
Then a truly great American, Judge Rehnquist, died. I don’t want to get into a tribute to him, but he was truly a wonderful human being and a stellar judge. So Bush had the opportunity to put a new Chief into place. The chief (though only having an equal 1 vote) assumes the responsibilities of the logistics, the inner workings of schedules, meetings, and dockets, to keep the highest court of the land running smoothly. Here was the PERFECT opportunity to send the “adjudicate not legislate”. As a double whammy to the Dems, the most qualified, most capable candidate also happened to be a black man who worked his way up from the VERY BOTTOM of the economic and social rung to land a position in The Court. CLARENCE THOMAS! I mean, come on! He is known for his stringent work ethic and attention to detail (and I got to shake his hand). Alas, the night sky remained dark as Roberts was re-nominated for the Chief spot. A newcomer. A man who, though indisputably intelligent, has minimal judicial experience and has never worked with the people is now going to lead. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Sigh
Now to the ultimate source of my angst and apprehension. As I stood in the dark field with my brethren staring at the dark sky, I couldn’t help but feel like a contestant on The Price Is Right waiting for the curtain to be pulled back. But instead of a nice shiny Corvette…I got a jackass (Like a donkey, as in inferior to a car not like a stupid person…actually it might turn out to be both). WHY??? WHY MR. BUSH???
(Me knocking on President Bush’s door)
Hey buddy, remember me? Yeah, I was that college student who got the worst GPA of his college career because he was putting in 30-65 hours a week working to get you back in White House? Yeah, that’s me. Well, when I was doing that it was because I believe in the principles of conservatism NOT because you were a friend of mine or you were in my clique. I didn’t put that work in so that you could reward your pals with cool new titles. I understand being loyal to friends. Loyalty is a great quality…in a dog, not a president. If you’re going to be blindly loyal, why don’t you do it for the people who elected you? Remember us? “Value Voters?” Yup, well we’re not all giggles and smiles when you give us a candidate who is in favor of gay adoption. We didn’t pop the corks when you gave us a woman who is in favor of an international criminal court. In case you didn’t get the clue when Harry Reid said that he DID like her, we don’t want a woman who gave money to both Gore AND Clinton!!! (By the way all three of those things are true)
After I threw my tantrum, I tried to find solace in the Vice Presidents oh-so-comforting words, “trust the President.” Yeah, ok. That’s all fine and dandy, but this shouldn’t be something that I have to blindly trust him on. If I’m jumping out of a plane at 40,000ft I want my parachute to be made by a company with a proven track record, and Bush saying “oh trust me, I knew the guy that made it, he’s swell” ain’t cutting it. And believe me, this is nothing short of America jumping out of an airplane.
I don’t know Mr. Bush. You’re getting really close to breaking my heart. Seriously, you’re just a different person. Is there another interest in your life that has taken my (The Base) place in your life? Who is she/he?
Ok, maybe that lipstick on your collar really was caused by a tight elevator or whatever. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe you really have just been busy, and that you haven’t forgotten about our relationship. But please, you’re really starting to scare me.
We’ll see. We’ll see. I hope he knows what he is doing, but based on the information we have now she sure wouldn’t get MY vote for confirmation. And I’m sure not feeling like telling my friends about the fireworks display. Pop. Fizzle. Goodbye.
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