I’m a firm believer in men crying. Crying is a valuable steam-valve that many men find difficult to embrace. Male children are taught not to cry. They’re called ‘cry-babies’ and scolded because ‘big boys don’t cry.’ Yet John Boehner can cry at the drop of a hat — making me wonder if the man doesn’t need psychotherapy. He cries over almost anything. Enough already – it seems less like sensitivity than it does instability.
Leslie Stahl appeared stupefied when interviewing John Boehner last Sunday on 60 Minutes, at how easily this man cries – and repeatedly. He’s a total drama-queen. He cries when thinking of children growing-up to realize the American dream’ – while consistently voting to squash those dreams like bugs. As to whether those children in his mind’s eye are black, brown, yellow or white is up for debate… Or perhaps they’re rich and ruddy orange like him?
John Boehner will cry in front of his colleagues in the Senate to underscore his position to support banking bailouts — and then cry over those same bailouts as if these measures he himself supported were UN-American and he’d had nothing to do with them. There are people paying attention and keeping records. It may feel like it, John, but you’re not the only person in the universe with feelings. The poor have feelings too – they’re rich with emotions. John Boehner is a master of ‘crocodile’ tears.
The man’s not wrapped too tight. I watched him weeping his eyes-out over his reelection in November, and waxing-rhapsodic about how he IS the living, breathing realization of the American dream…
…And without skipping a breath he leads the charge to stonewall all sorts of measures that would help children caught in the poverty cycle to realize those same dreams he attained. Apparently there’s not enough “dream” to go around – he needs it all for himself, or it’ll reduce him to tears.
I watched him on election night and again into the following day blathering-on about his good fortune and success, while championing tax-cuts for the very wealthiest Americans — and holding vital relief programs hostage for the country’s underprivileged. There’s more than one disconnect with this a man who sees his own life as a tear-jerking success-story — and then votes against health care for the 9/11 first responders.
Does Boehner cry on the golf course? Or in the bar at Morton’s? Or perhaps while laying on the tanning bed? Or any of the other vital tasks that define his career in congress? Who knows? But at the end of the day the thing most worth weeping-over is how a knuckleheaded nincompoop like him could ever rise to such heights of power and wealth.
What does he cry for? He cries for the future of America’s rich children. Will they be rich enough?