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Logical Party on Sunday, August 10, 2008 3:00:00 PM
It’s the Inaugural Ball 2009 and introductions are being made; “Ladies and gentlemen, the Vice President and Mrs. Edwards, and Mrs. Edwards-elect, Riley Hunter!” The man who aspired to one of the highest offices in the world failed to do a projection of his narcissism. In his best thinking he determined his running for President would be a good time to start an affair.
I would think there are better forms of stress reduction than adultery, and the path he chose is now creating even more tension, as he goes from potential VP selection to political oblivion. Is this the thought process adhered to by the often spoken about mill working father? Is it possible while thinking of his circumstances, his wife Elizabeth might be saying “hey buddy, I’m the one who’s dying here?” How’s that for stress.
The male ego, gluttony and greed: three recipes for disaster, or an overinflated sense of self worth at the expense of all and everybody else. Is this the man we want in charge of National Security and our Economic interests?
It’s sad because this is a man who had promise and potential, and talked a good game. He stood for the oppressed and working class and talked if their struggle was his own. He was a man of humble beginnings and allegedly equal mindset. He reminds us of another populist leader, Sen. Ted Kennedy, who stood for the downtrodden and oppressed minorities, people he would never have over his home for dinner, but would let prune his shrubbery and mow his lawn. A Senator, as history has shown, suffers from the same disease to a criminal extent. Can you say “Chappa…Chappa….” Thankfully he had Cousin William K. Smith and a Palm Beach resort to recoup from further escapades.
During the Bill Clinton travesty, Edwards called the President’s behavior “despicable;” be careful at whom you throw stones. This brings us to mind the actions of the 42nd President, a lifelong philanderer and sexual addict (how convenient) whose professional judgment was to receive some oral gratification while on the phone to Yassar Arafat. How kinky! One can understand how a President can’t show up at the local Motel Six, but wouldn’t it have been wiser to find another spot than the Oval office, not to mention time better spent arresting Osama Bin Laden?
Elliot “not to be confused with Ness” Spitzer, after enduring years of a stick figure, narrowed jaw and hallowed hairline thought the fruits of his labor finally paid off – he can get some! Who cares that he would lock up others for doing the same, blurring the line between cop and criminal?
It’s an allergy that our staid Republicans have picked up on over the years, what with Mayor “comb over” Giuliani having multiple affairs before finally getting one that clicked, Senator Vitter’s (Louisiana) idea of a men’s club as congregating with anything but men while New Orleans sank, and Sen. Craig practicing his hand signs in a men’s room while writing his next anti gay manifesto.
House pages and congressional staff are prey for politicians and all at risk. One day they might be in a position to return the favor in blackmail against the elected officials who hold this nation’s security and purse strings in their palms.
We are electing men who can’t keep it in their pants. Carrying the mantle of office holder with Americans interest at stake is not enough of a challenge, enough of a prize; the title of office holder seen as the greatest ice breaker to getting into another’s pants.
What about the sanctity of the American trust? What about virtue, and high ideals and values, or doing what one was hired to do?
Hey, whatever works!
David DiBello