Pretty dumb

Presidential Material?

I haven't been posting as much as I usually do.  The reason?  I'm getting one novel ready for the Kindle.  I'm getting a second novel ready to query some agents.  A third novel is undergoing who-knows-how-many rewrites.  I've exchanged manuscripts with a friend and I owe her some comments and a critique.  Oh yes, I'm taking a pacing class with homework.  Yesterday I went to a workshop.  In between times, I shower and cook and did I mention I'm working on the Toastmaster's District conference?   Just turned in the tax workbook.  Visits to the gym.  Trips to the supermarket.  That sort of thing.  


No need to mention the new blog to advertise the Kindle book (The Shadow Warriors) or the posts on Amazon and all that rot.  Nope.  Not a word.  I've been tweeting because it's fast but not so much on Facebook.  


However, I do still know the difference between Massachusetts and New Hampshire and I sure as hell know the shot heard round the world was not fired in New Hampshire.  It's a source of appalled amazement that historical illiterates have the gall to run for president.  Maybe there should be a test of basic knowledge one need pass before running for office, the kind of test any high school junior can pass.  A little American history, civics, political science and yea, geography, as in can  you really see Russia from Anchorage?   Maybe a wee knowledge of foreign affairs and other countries.  Man, the candidates would be  dropping like big green flies after a flit of DDT.   

The problem with know-nothings is that they, well, er, know nothing.   The gaffes committed by the perhaps candidates lately have been truly astounding.  And Mitt Romney seems to have forgotten that Obamacare was modeled after Romneycare.  I have never  found stupidity attractive, but apparently some people do.  And most of the candidates are not even blond.  What is their excuse? 

BTW I am a little blond, as in streaky hair by way of foil.  Just so you know.  

Maybe I should have my cats run for office.  They wouldn't lie, cheat or steal and they make no bones about being smart.  Food, water, a ball,  a little catnip and a warm bed.  They know and understand their world.  Hey, what a novel thought!

Grapeshot, musing     

Sarah Who? Oh, the Polar Bear Helper cook

When S.O. told me the name of McCain's VP pick, I asked, "any relationship to Michael Pallin?" because it seemed like a true Monty Python moment.

I mean, how short-sighted and cynical can you be, going after those fragments of the Hilary vote with such desperation? And the far-right, too, beyond the fringe, as it were. And two Westerners, but not those calculated to appeal to California, not the new frontier but the lost frontier.

I don't know. I don't know.

Does no one think anymore? The Hilary backers rather worry me. So shrill. Bad sports. Bad losers. God, when I was in school back in the stone age, being a bad sport was really de trop.

How many languages does Sarah speak? What does she know of anything outside Alaska? I was in Alaska, the last frontier, last summer. Great place for scenery and critters. We understood where the Bridge To Nowhere that Sarah supported and then flipflopped on went to. Nowhere. Talk about pork.

She likes wildlife. To shoot. Screw the polar bear. Screw the environment. Jeez, John. What have you unleashed? A snowmobiling hockey mom? Just what the country needs. And you being such an old coot.

I don't know. I don't know.

Of course two old white men, old white rich men, wouldn't work. Are the Republicans so bankrupt they have no suitable candidate for Veep? Guess so. Mitt was gov. here and no great shakes. Flip-flopped after he left too.

Well, it will be interesting, but my great fear is that the fringes, the flat-earthers, the world-enders, those who watch reality shows and think they have some connection with reality, the drones, the gullible, the non-thinkers, the whiners, and the polar-bear helper people may win this election and it just scares the sh__ out of me. Those who believe we belong in Iraq to bring "democracy and freedom" and those who think global warming is a communist plot, those who still live not even in the last century, but in 1500, will they have their say?

I don't know. I don't know.

Isn't is scary to think so?

Grapeshot, who is trembling in her flip-flops. Did someone say Flip Flop? Aiiieeeee!