Why is the Christian Right-wing so enthralled with torture?  For that matter why are they so inclined to telling lies?  I’m on the sidelines here, as a person without religious affiliation, so I’d hope that would give me the perspective of one on the outside looking-in – but it doesn’t.  I don’t understand the blood-thirstiness of the Christian “right.”  Nor do I understand the glib little fibs they dish-up daily – whether it’s taking Obama’s words out of context or tap-dancing around around multiple marriages and secret mistresses.  This does not appear to be a very honorable line-up of candidates.

Michele Bachmann thinks nothing of making-up a story that is yet to be substantiated about a mother’s trauma upon learning her daughter became mentally retarded from being administered the HPV vaccine.  No one has yet to step forward and claim to be that parent – because there is no such person and no such incident ever took place.

Mitt Romney has been on all sides of every issue depending on whatever best suits his political aspirations at the time.  All the other GOP candidates from Cain to Santorum have endorsed what they like to politely call “enhanced interrogation techniques…”  Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t the countless numbers of people executed on a daily basis by the ancient Romans, an attempt to quash anyone who disagreed with their empire?  If memory serves me, Christ was one of those people tortured and killed to make a frightening example to deter others from following in his footsteps.  It doesn’t seem to have worked – but the cult does appear to have gotten way off track.  Whatever it is that makes the new faithful stray so far from the core values of the Prince of Peace is a complete mystery to me.  

I find it stunning to watch GOP crowds cheering Rick Perry’s record number of death-sentences – even though some of these cases remain highly disputable as to the guilt of the people executed.  Currently I’m astonished that Newt Gingrich is in reach of becoming the GOP candidate especially in light of his reprehensible conduct over the past 30 years he’s been hawking his own convoluted world-view.  Now he’s touting water-boarding, as legal when he knows damned well the world community severely admonished Japan for using those same “techniques” during World War II. These acts are illegal in the eyes of the civilized world – and embracing them does not gain America the moral high-ground.  

“Thou Shalt Not Lie” and “Thou Shalt Not Kill” are basic principals of Western religion, but I don’t see any signs that indicate it’s stopping anyone.  We might as well toss-in “Thou Shalt Not Steal” while we’re at it – covering only 3 of the 10 famous little guidelines, all of which are pretty easy to grasp.  

Newt and the far-right took great glee in making fun of passive students at UC Davis being pepper-sprayed at close range not in accordance with how or when that kind of action is deemed necessary or appropriate.  There seems to be a streak of sadism in the collective perceptions of bible-belt Christians which is not at all becoming.  Doubtlessly all these Christian Republicans will exchange expensive gifts come Christmas, and weep over their chocolate bunnies come Easter.  Meanwhile it will never occur to them they ARE the modern Pontius Pilate’s – they’re the contemporary cruel Romans, and there should be no place for them in governing our country.

I wonder if spending too much time contemplating carved Crucifixes over church alters has somehow perverted the GOP moral compass?  Maybe they enjoy the suffering and pain of others.  It’s beyond the scope of my understanding. 

What would Christ have to say about Black Friday?  For that matter what would Christ have to say about the Christmas holiday shopping season in general?  Well for one thing, he’d probably say “It has nothing to do with me, I’m Jewish.”

The Christmas holiday season is traditionally launched each year with someone being trampled to death as shoppers storm through the gates of Walmart – or by shooting someone in the kneecaps to get a parking space.  This year it’s pepper-spraying anyone who gets to the Nintendo game you plan to purchase for a loved one – even if it means temporarily choking or blinding another shopper to prevent them from getting to it first.  

‘Black Friday’ is for crazy people.  

No one with a modicum of common sense or decency goes anywhere near a retail outlet during the entire Christmas shopping season.  In fact the month-long block of time that begins with your first turkey-fart in the mob pressing itself against the doors outside the mall… up until the day after Christmas when everyone rushes to return the crap others have so thoughtfully gifted to one another – is an exercise in lost time.

NOTHING at all happens during the holy month of retail greed.  Try making a call to a work associate’s office at any point during the month of December, and generally you’ll find you’ll have to leave a message, because no one is answering the phones – even the secretaries are missing.  The whole block of time from Thanksgiving, through Christmas until the day after New Year’s is a akin to a vacation in the Bermuda Triangle.  Even Congress gets nothing done, but then again that’s not unusual…  Everyone you try to reach is unavailable because they’re frothing at the mouth in a zombie-like state of shopping-frenzy.

While I’m of no real religious affiliation, I have a certain admiration for the teachings of Christ, and from where I stand, the Christmas holidays have come to represent the diametric opposite of any and everything Christ stood for.  In point of fact, the religious Christian “right” are in complete opposition to everything Christ stood for.  Christ would have been trying to feed the poor and joining-in at the ‘Occupy Movement.’  He wouldn’t have been cheering record numbers of human executions in Texas or attempting to deport brown-skinned peoples, breaking-up families because not all of them were born in America.  Christ wouldn’t even be a republican for Christ’s sake…!!!

Jesus Christ most certainly wouldn’t be participating in ‘Black Friday.’  Odd how the launch of the shopping season of greed is called ‘Black Friday’ – and the day Christ was nailed to a cross to suffer and die an agonizing death is called ‘Good Friday.’  Is this fucked-up or is it all just my imagination?  Whichever it is, I’m going to once again do everything in my power to avoid as much of the Christmas holiday season as possible.  

It’s my annual yuletide challenge – how much of Christmastime can I both ignore and endure all at once?  Whatever the madness is of this lost-time experience known as ‘Christmas’ – the war on Christmas isn’t coming from the people who say ‘Season’s Greetings’ – it’s a perversion coming from within the self-proclaimed faithful themselves. Everyone has lost all sight of faith, hope and charity.  If I’m not mistaken, Faith, Hope and Charity are all tearing at each others ratted-hair for the last ‘Fuck-Me-Up-Elmo’ on the shelves – or whatever other soon-to-be-abandoned waste of synthetic materials shoppers are willing to poke-out each others eyes to obtain for their loved ones.  I’d like to hibernate through the Christmas season until the ‘all-clear’ has been sounded.  Just wake me when it’s over.

The 1st Amendment of the United States Constitution clearly grants “the right of the people to peaceably assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.” There is no provision therein giving any right to authorities to pepper-spray students protesting unaffordable increases in college tuition leading to a jobless future. Likewise there is no reasonable explanation for our police departments to confiscate tents and other property belonging protestors across the nation, let alone destroying their books, simply because protests look and smell messy to the privileged. What’s this country coming to? Fahrenheit 451?

Time and again officials mishandle protestors to the point of blatant abuse, and by doing-so further empower the very causes those authorities seek to diffuse. The depression we’re experiencing is only a depression if you’re one of the people sitting on the bottom rung of the ladder. The bottom rung of the ladder is a very vulnerable place to be.  Wealthy politicians wouldn’t know much about that.  Take for instance, Newt Gingrich, who completely missed the mark when he made comments directed at the disadvantaged at last night’s republican “morality forum” saying that protestors need to “Go get a job right after you take a bath!”  A job? What job? Where? There’s job somewhere? More importantly – what the fucking hell is Newt Gingrich doing at a MORALITY FORUM? – Aside from offering a sterling example of what morality doesn’t look-like…

I have no appetite for confrontation. Discord makes me sick to my stomach, but we’re in a current state of affairs where conflict and clashes are inevitable. The fuse has already been lit and the fires fanned by authroity figures who don’t think before they act or give orders.  For the ‘greatest generation’ today’s political and financial climate must feel like the great depression of the 1930’s – with banks running amok while wealthy ineffective congressmen fail to reach any kind of compromise to cure our nations financial ills. Instead, our congresspeople are attempting to deprive seniors of the Medicaid and Medicare they’ve come to rely upon – and paid into their entire lives.

To my generation it feels a bit like the Vietnam War protest days. It infuriates me how people never learn from history. Over the past decade neo-con wing-nuts have been doing everything in their power to remove history from school curriculum’s across the nation. It’s easier to deceive people when they have no idea of what has gone before.  The line drawn under the current math equals a dim prospect for the future of both the young and old alike – unless you’re wealthy enough to be insulated from the impending turmoil. The only coping mechanism is to petition your doctor to write a prescription covered by your health plan (providing you have one) for heavy sedatives and anti-depressants.  In light of all the suffering and inequity in this world, it’s curious to me how the republican party clings to the artifice of Christianity while doing everything possible to contradict Christian teachings.  Last I checked, greed and disdain for the needy were not embraced by Christ.  Christ would most assuredly have been among the 99 percent protestor and not feeding at the table of greed-mongers.

I think the dog and I need to go hide under the bed and hope we feel more hopeful in the morning. I’m at a loss to know what any of us can do to redirect the destructive winds of change – other than taking solace in the way forests burn only to make way for new life – but who the hell wants to be caught in the middle of a forest fire?

NEWS FLASH:  The rich are starving themselves to death while people like me are lucky to live on a $200 a month food allowance.  Winnie and I are not only among the 99% – we live way below the poverty line.  Artists have always struggled financially unless they’re really sell-out artists who are more ‘left’ than ‘right’ brained with wealthy parents – OR – lucky enough to have landed a personal Medici.  Winnie eats kibble, and then she’s allowed to lick my plate clean when I’m done.  I’ve become accustomed to rice and beans or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but on the rare occasion that I do get to go out for dinner, I don’t want a plate half-filed with decorative garnishes hiding an entree no bigger than an appetizer. 


While I’m poor, the greater number of people I know socially are not nearly as bad off as myself.  Truth to tell, some of them might even be in the upper one percentile, but they belong to the small faction therein of wealthy-folk who wouldn’t object to paying a little more in taxes.  Some of these mini-Buffets have taken me to restaurants where “buffet” would be de rigueur – salad bars are apparently for the lower middle-class.

I was at one restaurant where my dinner companion ordered a ‘house-salad’ – and out came a careful arrangement of greens fastidiously trimmed like a box-hedge, no bigger than a credit card floating in the middle of a HUGE otherwise empty plate.  I suppose it should come as some comfort to the poor that the rich aren’t getting enough to eat either.  


Perhaps not…


Imperious aspiring thespian waitrons describe the specials of the day which sound to me like ‘The Lord of the Rings’ translated into Coptic and read backwards.  “Tonight’s special is a kerfuffle of blunderbuss marinated in a semi-sweet reduction of freeze d’anti topped en glaze with a confusion of sauteed aphasia, garnished with a decorative pap-smear and one artfully placed berry for fifty-five dollars.”  Are they fuckin’ kidding me?  Better than one quarter of my monthly food allowance for mystery food the size of a bonbon?  Am I seriously expected to saw-away at miniscule forkful of make-believe food and pretend I’m really having dinner? 


Such is ‘nouvelle cousine.’
I first heard of nouvelle cousine about 30 years ago and was certain – like punk rock and gangsta-rap –  it would eventually go away, but none of the aforementioned offenders have.  This means either I’m getting old or merely falling out-of-step with au currant style…


God forbid you should ask your waitron what the devil all that gibberish means on the menu you’re squinting to read – or pose a question during the oral-presentation of the nonsense dish of the day…  They’ll look down on you with that inimitable expression that says “I can smell cheeses you can’t even pronounce.”  There’s nothing worse than being snobbed-out by a 22 year old actor/waiter/model wannabee.   At least “tall food” with stupid rosemary sprigs poking-out your eyes has gone out of favor.


It comes down to this:  The economy is in the crapper and I want something to eat.  I don’t want to stop by a pizzeria and buy a slice to fill myself-up after a pricy meal – no matter who pays for it.  And if I wanted my dinner to look like a work of art, I’d have been born as a silverfish or a daddy long legs.  No wise cracks.  Once a meal is consumed and digested, it exits as gas and waste material flushed-down the toilet for a $55 entree – not including the price of the appetizer, beverages, desert, tax and gratuity.  It’s a damned good thing I like rice and beans.

The past few weeks of news have been full of appalling allegations of sexual impropriety.  Even an adult woman stepped forward accusing teeny-bopper Justin Bieber of fathering her baby – and in doing-so doing so put herself in the potential hot-seat for statutory rape.  Bieber handled the absurd allegations like a mature adult, and put the matter to rest as nonsense.  The accused adults in the other disgusting sexual dramas of the past week have not.

Sexual impropriety is in the news almost every day, and it wouldn’t be so surprising were it not for the power-players involved and the nature of the abuses.  No one ever expected to see the legendary Joe Paterno retired from Penn State’s Nittany Lions under such a pall of disgrace.  Inaction is Paterno’s crime, failing to take more definitive steps when confronted with a horror story of child sexual abuse.  Unrelated, but concurrent news made Herman Cain the subject of allegations for multiple cases of sexual impropriety while employed as the CEO of Godfather’s Pizza.  The Cain case may be salacious, but it isn’t nearly as disturbing as what allegedly took place at Penn State.  

I suspect both cases have one thing in common: hush-ups by the human resources departments of both institutions.

Employees who work for a large institution believe ‘human resources’ is there to guide and protect them.  It’s more accurate to assume the covert mission of human resources is to protect the reputation of the institution they serve – hopefully never needing public relations to put a ‘spin’ on whatever skeletons might be hidden in the corporate closet.

I can’t find it in me to write anything humorous about either of these headline stories.  Both are tragic on too many levels to explore.   That said, generic sexual misconduct is disgusting enough – but pedophilia is beyond repulsive.  

Herman Cain’s actions are not proven, but where there’s smoke…  That said, Mr Cain’s actions don’t call into question the integrity of all CEO’s any more than it does that of every man or every black man.  It’s preposterous to assume a generalization like that.  

As a gay man, one concern I have, is the fear that charges leveled against former assistant coach Jerry Sandusky might cause a backlash against the general population of gay men.  Sandusky is a pedophile, which is entirely different than being a gay man.  Looking back, people were not inclined to believe all female middle-school teachers were sex-offenders when Mary Kay LaTourneau gave birth to a child fathered by one of her students.  Clearly the immediate concern is for the victims – however, I hope people, will not, in ignorance equate the Penn Sate scandal with the mainstream gay lifestyle.

I had an experience when I was a little boy where an older teenager molested me.  I couldn’t have been more than 7 or 8 years old at the time.  Right after it happened, I went home and told my parents.  My father went to the teenager’s home and punched-out the kid’s uncle, who was raising the boy.  The teenage boy was sent to reform-school.  Now I can’t help but wonder if he was acting out of learned behavior at home.  I’ll never know.  Following the incident I experienced, my reaction was to get fat.  Prior to that experience my name used to come over the school’s PA system once a week – “Will Bill Whiting please come to the nurse’s office for underweight check.”  I still find it difficult to believe they used to do that.  I started to over-eat in an effort to get fat so as to hide myself. 

My experience when I was a boy isn’t what made me gay – and it most certainly didn’t turn me into a pedophile.  If anything, that experience left me with an extreme discomfort with sexual intimacy I’ve battled most of my life.  As an adult, I’ve fended off unwanted advances, but I was better prepared to do so.  As a child, I was not.

Herman Cain’s shenanigans were appalling, but not surprising.  Pedophilia on the other hand is an inexcusable disorder which psychiatric experts claim is incurable.  It is important to stress that pedophilia should not be confused with homosexuality.  In point of fact – most pedophiles are heterosexual.  

There seems to be an odd kind of similarity between misconduct among politicians and misconduct among sports heroes.  Too much power and not enough accountability.  But primarily what I’m left with is a sense of horror and compassion for the victims of any and all abuse.  The reputation of a corporation or a school is not worth the damage suffered by victims of sexual abuse, especially when they are children.

No doubt Rick Perry sweeps across the lawn in Scarlett O’Hara drag at his 6,386 square foot mansion in Barton Creek, Texas.  “You go girl.”

The style to which the GOP Presidential candidates have become accustomed, places them all in ‘ivory towers’ far away from the 99 percent of struggling Americans.  They can’t even see the struggling masses from the attic window, let alone relate to their plight.  Out of sight, out of mind, and those people are decidedly out of their minds. 

The 2012 batch of Republican candidates are so quick to criticize Barack Obama for driving-up the national debt, when in reality his contribution to the national debt is vastly smaller than any of his four predecessors – about 1/8th of George W. Bush’s tab left unpaid.  But that’s not the point Republicans want heard – they want to make Obama look like a reckless spender.  In other words, it’s the pot calling the kettle a spendthrift. 

Why I declare, it’s Twelve Oaks.

Rick Perry’s 6,386 square foot mansion in Barton Creek, Texas is valued at 1.8 million dollars.  But fear not – he only rents the place – at a whopping $10,000 a month – a total cost to taxpayers of a half million and counting.   But who’s counting?  He also rents a hunting lodge with a giant rock at the entrance where up until very recently was emblazoned with a racial slur meant to be the name of the estate.   To quote Rick himself, “You go girl.”  Really.  Just go…

Herman Cain’s home in Ubeckybeckybeckystan

Rick Perry no doubt thought Herman Cain was going to mow Perry’s lawn, but instead Cain ate his lunch – in spite of Herman’s 999 gaffs, ignorance about China’s nuclear capabilities and multiple allegations of sexual misconduct, the dude is way out front of the other contenders.  WAIT, HOLD THE PRESSES – A 4th woman has stepped forward and Cain is on the verge of political free-fall.  Be that as it may, Herman Cain lives in a 3,200 square foot manse in McDonough, Georgia on a lovely cul de sac surrounded by other pricey properties.  It pays to be the Koch brother’s “Brother from another mother.”  

Mitt Romney lives in Santa’s Magic Village.

Poor Mitt Romney who is down to only 3 mansions after selling-off his multimillion dollar Boston estate, is currently building a $12 million dollar beachfront compound in La Jolla, California so he can have a retreat to get away from his luxurious lake-front vacation home in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire.  He finds it so convenient not having to stay at a motel while attending the New Hampshire primaries…  But Mitt, (the man who thinks corporations are people), boasts the most vulgar palace of all the GOP candidates with his ‘pile’ in Park City, Utah, valued at 5.5 million.  Mitt’s primary residence is a 9,500 square-foot building that looks more like a small town in Bavaria than a private home. 

The looks like a country golf club with an Olympic pool.

Ron Paul’s 5,500 square foot estate in Lake Jackson, Texas has more than ample acreage surrounding it to keep the commoners at bay, AND at a safe shooting distance.  Perhaps like Mad Ludwig, he could shoot peasants on the lawn for fun – as a bold gesture of Libertarian freedom – his of course, not theirs.  

This house is a boil on the landsc

Leave it to Michelle Bachmann, the queen of crazy to live in the tackiest nouveau riche  McMansion in the whole world.  Her home in Stillwater, Minnesota is a 5,200 square foot tract-mansion with a lovely view of the 18th hole of the Stoneridge Golf Course with plenty of space to pray away the gay.  Now if only someone trying for a hole-in-one could over-reach with accidental aim…   Bachmann who has always been irrelevant as a real presidential hopeful, is polling in the low single digits – just like she and her husband’s combined IQ’s.  The high point of Michelle’s service in Congress was her introduction of the “Freedom of Choice Light Bulb Act” which enables consumers to continue having the right to purchase energy-wasting old-fashioned bulbs so we might further stress-out our national energy needs.  

The Huntsman family roller-skate in the kitchen at night.

John Huntsman’s 3.6 million dollar, 5,500 square foot Georgian townhouse in Washington, DC is the only Republican candidate to actually own a tasteful piece of real estate.  Huntsman is also the only marginally sane hopeful in the GOP 2012 line-up, which completely eliminates him from having any chance of getting past the neo-con crazies who have the final say on who will run.  Huntsman, like Romney, is a Mormon – so the both need a lot of space since they reproduce faster than a cage full of Catholic rabbits.  At least Huntsman has a pretty house.  

Rumor has it the interiors are jewel encrusted.

Newt Gingrich’s million dollar estate offers plenty of room for he and 3rd wife, Callista to store the crown jewels she’s acquired on revolving credit at Tiffany’s.  The Newtster, who left both of his previous wives after each of them became gravely ill – could (if he wanted to) – make space to put-up his disabled former wives by having them share one of his multiple bedrooms.  But what’s the point of having a harem if all the girls aren’t blonde, pretty and in perfect health?  “Til death do us part” is for other people.  Newt’s Christian “values” are only invoked when convenient.  

Apparently no one want to be his next door neighbor.

Rick Santorum’s million dollar, 5,000 square foot Leesburg, Virgina mansion is “far from the madding crowd,” begging the question: what’s the point of being far from the madding crowd when you’re already mad as a hatter?  Santorum takes his ‘crazy’ with him, wearing it like a badge of honor.   The former Pennsylvania Congressman believes gay marriage will eventually lead to legalizing bestiality unions.  A few years back Rick was the subject of a Philadelphia musical comedy about his career, using only Santorum’s own direct quotes concocted all by himself with his tiny-little bigoted brain – set to music.   Although I didn’t see the musical when it was performed here in Philadelphia, I heard it was hilarious.

Obama’s house is more like a middle class home.

Barack Obama’s home in Chicago is the kind of normal house on a comfortable street like Anytown, USA.  It’s pretty, it’s upscale, but it isn’t vulgar and showy.  In fact it looks a lot like any number of homes millions of American’s are trying to hang-onto while facing foreclosure.  The Obama home is not to be confused with the White House, that’s merely a perk that comes with being president.  

Who do you think has a better grasp of what’s happening to the American middle class?  The over-privileged, self-serving line-up of lunatics that comprise the 2012 GOB hopefuls?  Or Barack Obama?  I know who I’ll vote for, and it won’t be anyone slashing social safety nets while padding their own pockets with tax-cuts for the top 2% of the nation.

The Ninty-niner’s Occupy Movement ‘tent city’ in Oakland, California.  Like Haiti, only with newer tents.

I don’t mean to complain, but who am I kidding?  Of course I do.  Making your living as an artist is the work of dreamers and fools.  Fools like me, who never really considered ever being anything other than an artist.   An artist is like the proverbial ‘canary in a coal mine’ when it comes to the economy.  Art whether commissioned by individuals or corporations IS discretionary spending.  When money’s tight, art is the first thing to go.  Even before the rest of the world notices the economy is in the crapper, artists, who for the most part, scramble to survive as it is, thus feeling the pinch first.  The economic downturn started for me about ten years ago.

Curiously enough artists are one of the few professions where ‘tinkle-down’ economics does to some degree apply.  However, even in the best economy people want art to be dickered-down to as cheap as possible if not out and out given away for free.  Most of what I create winds-up being bartered just to survive.  Money?  What the hell is that?  

There’s a interesting dynamic to being an artist insofar as artists of all descriptions and disciplines occupy both the pit and pinnacle of society all at the same time.  Van Gogh while a genius, (granted, a schizophrenic genius), didn’t have a pot to piss-in – however once he died his work went on the auction block for record amounts in the millions.  He never enjoyed any of that financial success while alive.  Art dealers and collectors on the other hand, did.  How demoralizing is it to think you have to be dead to be worth something?       

Cultures are defined by the art they produce, be it painting, sculpture, music, dance, architecture or come what may…  Try and get a mortgage or a bank loan with any of the aforementioned listed on your resume, and there’s not a chance in hell.  If you’re a paper-pushing cubicle-monkey, all the way up to the paper-pushing CEO-monkey earning money off of money – doing whatever the devil paper-pushers do – you’ll get a bank loan or mortgage – perhaps even two.  Most paper-pusher’s work eventually winds-up shredder, leaving little to show for what they’ve done aside from collecting a steady paycheck.  Art lasts and continues to give.  Expensive plastic gadgets and other “trendy cool stuff” breaks down and fails you, while a treasured work of art is always there to enjoy.

I’ve dealt with clients who don’t know what they want, then try make it your fault when you haven’t properly read their minds.  I’ve had clients who put-down a deposit on a commission they brag about loving, but never pay the balance because they know an artist doesn’t have the financial means to pursue them in court.  Meanwhile the artwork looks lovely in their lavish Society Hill townhouse.  

Something my wealthiest clients love to say is: “Isn’t that painting lovely?  It was a gift from the artist.”  (Probably in exchange for a meal.)  Knowing artists is cool.  Being one is nothing short of demoralizing.   My most affluent accounts over the years frequently drag-out final payments for 120 days and think nothing of it.  When I call the bookkeepers with cage-rattling calls for balances due, I hear things like “Mr So-and-so has taken a villa in Tuscany for the next two months, and won’t be able to sign your check until he returns.”  How nice for Mister So-and-so.  

A word of advise to all the aspiring young artists out there:  Learn from my example and acquire a marketable skill aside from painting, dance or sculpture, etc…   The idea of being a starving artist is much more romantic in theory than it is in reality as a lifestyle.  

I might as well start another painting that I’ll only wind-up giving-away anyway.  That’s how the business works.

Vincent van Duchdt – tormented painter.

http://www.williamwhiting.com

OK, it was 14 score and 6 years ago that Lincoln was assassinated, but who’s counting…?

Ann Coulter only ever opens her mouth to change one of her size 12 feet.  Maybe she needs to stop grazing on those tree-top leaves – they must have a higher content of toxic acid rain.  Most conservative political pundits display a barely nodding acquaintance with cultural, racial, ethnic and sexual diversity – but Ann Coulter’s most recent gaff exposes her for the perfect hypocrite she really is.  “Our blacks are so much better than their blacks.”  REALLY?  Is she serious?  Does she understand that when she speaks out loud – especially on radio and TV – that people can actually HEAR her?  The woman is delusional.  But what most bothers me about Coulter’s unenlightened words are the proprietary use of the words “our” and “theirs” as if an entire race is owned by one entity or another.  Disgusting.

Abraham Duck.

I’m both bored and tired of hearing about politicians having untoward sexual meanderings.  It doesn’t really have anything to do with the ability to lead.  Kings, pharaohs and tribal potentates have always dabbled in multiple sexual affairs.  It’s a stressful job, but they’d be doing it even if they only worked on an assembly line.  That’s how the male is hard-wired.  In Herman Cain’s case, to hell with the sexual allegations against him – is there any sign of competence or the ability to act with good judgement when faced with a crisis?  Based on the multiple conflicting answers he’s given, I’d say that speaks for itself.  

Even Sean Hannity expressed disbelief when Coulter leveled charges saying it was only because Cain is black that the “left” allegedly leaked the news of what appears to be not one but two cases of sexual harassment dating back to the days when Cain was the CEO of the National Restaurant Association.  From my seat in the peanut gallery political sexual scandals cross over into all political parties and aren’t limited to any one race or gender.  According to what the tabloids have to say about Ann Coulter’s love life, more men have passed through her than the Holland Tunnel.  Sexual antics is a subject Coulter should avoid at all costs.

It’s more likely the information about Herman’s past was leaked by one of Cain’s own fellow GOP rival camps.  Democrats would love to see Cain run against Barack Obama.  It would be almost as entertaining as watching Bugs Bunny run rings around Elmer Fudd.  However, there’s a real plus to Cain’s current sexual embarrassment – it’s neatly drawn attention away from his campaign fundraising improprieties.  

In the final analysis, Cain has everything needed to make a perfect politician.  He has on-the-job experience with sex-scandals, plus there are serious questions about his competency and financial integrity.  Nothing in this world would be more satisfying than a match-off pitting Obama against Cain.  Conservatives must be crapping themselves by now, trying to make Mitt Romney seem palatable as the inevitable 2012 candidate.

Ann Coulter may be wearing a cross, but she’s no Virgin Mary.  In fact, I think she might be a man.