Into the fray

I am eating up political coverage like cinnamon ice cream. I might as well admit from the start I am a typical moderate Republican and get a laugh out of radical types from either side.

This morning, I was reading Politico's "The Arena" section. Today's question was "What issue, other than the economy, needs more attention during the final days of the campagin?" I liked Craig Shirley's comment, who, according to his Arena comment, is a "Reagan biographer and president of Shirley and Banister Public Affairs".

Please find Mr. Shirley's comment below:

"Getting a reliable plumber is downright impossible. And a good contractor. And reliable cable and satellite service and don't get me started on babysitting. And what about the dry cleaner who keeps putting too much starch in my shirts? And why aren't there more good youth soccer coaches? And by the way, my neighbor's kid plays his music too loud.

All these vital services and problems should be nationalized and brought under the control of "The One."

Hey, it worked in the Soviet Union, didn't it?

"The One" should immediately address himself to all the material, familial, moral and spritual needs of Americans, right down to federalizing our trash pickup, making sure our children get three nutricious and balanced meals from the four basic food groups while a federal bureaucrat monitors each family to ensure they get to bed at a reasonable hour, but only after brushing thoroughly.

What he should propose is a Cabinet level Department of Anxiety Elimination for starters."The One" can lead us to the Promised Land where we can all catch a moonbeam in our hands. If we all just wish hard enough, click our heels together, and remember that mediocrity is a virtue, then "The One" will teach all of us to just get along.

Because he will save us. From ourselves."

Source: 16 Oct 2008, www.politico.com/arena/


I got a laugh on his moonbeam comment. After I catch the moonbeam, will it carry me away from the socialism that is coming? No?! Oh crap. Back to clicking my heels three times and going back to Kansas. Maybe a tornado will drop me in a capitalitist land.

I grew up in Kansas City.
Thank God for Texas.