Category: Politics

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All About DeBates

Not the treble. Undercard fight. Hardly a debate. Empty Q&A. I’d have been drunk after two minutes of just Bobby Jindal. Good thing I ate dinner instead. Fiorina was the only standout. Precise punches. Articulate policy ideas. Great job. As one who knows the rigors of climbing the corporate ladder as a woman in those days first hand, I admire her. Rising from secretary to the corner office, I get it. But, Carly comes off as a little sour if you ask me. Too bad. VP?

On to the main event. Again, not a debate. But, it did have its brawl moments. Scott Walker and Rand Paul have the icky factor. Bad hair. See. I’m not sexist. Trump stumbled. Kasich solid. Rubio better than usual. Jeb meh. Christie nah.

Provocative questions. No one won. Trump falling. Okay. I’m done.

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Semi-Sweet Sixteen

John Kasich of Ohio is the last one to announce GOP Presidential candidacy. Fiorina. Cruz. Paul. Santorum. Pataki. Christie. Carson. Walker. Trump. Bush. Rubio. Jindal. Perry. Graham. Huckabee. Oy. I think he’s the best of the lot. Actually believes what he says. He is a can do kind of guy. Pragmatic. Private and public sector experience. Worked at Lehman Brothers.  Governor. U.S. Congressman. Armed Services Committee. Budget Committee. Upbeat vision. Reasonable values. Has a heart. God-fearing. Not God-preaching. Yup. He’s my fave for now. Huntsman team. No Neo-Cons. Truman-esque.

Is 16th the charm? Hope not too late to the party. Ohio. Ohio. Ohio.

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New Course

Two Americans in the last four groups. One is a pro. The other an amateur. What do they have in common? Both named Jordan. An Irish amateur also shares the lead going into the Monday final. Youth be served. Role models all. Handsome Adam still in it. When all is said. Dunne? Or, at the end of the Day. Jason?

Meanwhile, the Donald has to change course. Can anybody corral that bucking boca? Don’t think so. Just hope he makes it to the stage of a few debates. And. ISIS is not an ideology. It’s. Internet. Seeking. Insurgent. Sociopaths.

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Politico Show

The Donald is being called a rodeo clown. King of hyperbole. Maybe. Ted Cruz seems reasonable next to Trump. Frank Underwood would. But, the clown’s role is to keep the bull away from the fray. Hmmm.

If book sales serve as a signal to future success, Republican candidates to date have little hope. They all have books out. Best seller is Ben Carson’s at around 30,000. Least is Carly Fiorina with 2,000. Rubio got an $800,000 advance and sold less than 20,000. An advance of that size would need hundreds of thousands to justify it. So, not very impressive by any of them.

Meanwhile, Hillary is coming off as a cranky granny. Snarly. Bernie gaining ground. If he were handsome and young, wow. It’d be quite a different show.

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Running!

Who isn’t? Even Romney may be back in the fray. Christie. Jindal. Kasich. Join Trumpster, Huckabee, Cruz, Paul et al. So many clowns in the little car. How does Arnold say his home state? Carly Fiorina. Nod to Jimmy Fallon. At any rate. It’s going to be so much fun!

Let Bernie take on Hillary as a sideline. C’mon. Vermont Socialist Jew with a Brooklyn accent? Talk about entertainment. Bring it on everyone! Still holding out for my Bloomberg Mike. Strawberry Fields Forever. Bon weekend.

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H-Rod Trek

Hillary is making her umpteenth I Am Running for President “introductory” speech. This time on remote Roosevelt Island in New York City. To conjure her spirit animal Eleanor. And her mom. And her granddaughter. Okay. We get it. It’s all about women.

It’s just that Vanilla Ice Chappaqua Grandma isn’t exactly going to energize the young ones. Or the persons of color. To get out and vote. Of course, she’s the only game in town. I just wonder why she wants the job at all. Because she’s a woman? Is that all there is? We’ll listen and see.   Bon weekend.

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President Mike?!

GOP Gallery. Fired CEO carly. Brainless surgeon ben. Carnival cruz. Sweaty rube. Pastor huckster. Sanctimonious saintorum. Libertarian pall. Lindsey hawk. No name pat. Oops perry. That’s only ten. Five more ready to join the fractured fray. On the left? H-Rod. Uncle bernie. Metric lincoln. Wired o’malley.

The only answer? President Mike Bloomberg! A guy who actually ran stuff well and got things done. Public sector. Private Sector. Could spend his own bucks. No need for fundraisers. Beholden to neither K Street nor Wall Street. But. Would middle America vote for a short billionaire Jew from New York?!  They should.

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H-Rod

Hillary Rodham is hitting the Presidential campaign road again. Champion of middle class families. Grandmotherly wisdom and compassion. Mature view of the world. Announcement video panders to every constituency from brown babies to gay dogs. A solid strategy. It’s about us. Not her. Given the competition on the right, it could be a home run for H-Rod in 2016. We’ll see.

Gorgeous day to launch a political ad. Nobody watching the Masters anyway. Spring has finally sprung. Runaway by phenom Spieth. So far. We’ll see.

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Truman Show

Call me crazy. I like Ohio Governor John Kasich. He’s not pretty. Nor polished. Just common sensical. Refreshing. Not saying I’d endorse him. Yet. But.

Cannot endure Hillary’s halting humor for two minutes let alone years. Nor trumped up women’s issues as the centerpiece of a presidential raison d’être. Pay equality does exist. For the same productivity, service, results. Always has in the private sector. Class disparity another stutter. We need fresh and new.

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ClinTone

And so it begins. Hillary hijinks. Bill bimbos. Chelsea Global Initiative CEO-gate. Clandestine Clintonian clan returns to the headlines. They make it so easy for the opposition. Their hubris knows no bounds. Laws don’t apply to them. Huma Abedin, tweeting Weiner’s wife, is Hillary’s closest assistant. Hill has also surrounded herself with Bill’s former henchmen. Mostly male this time. Her private emails play right into the Benghazi-crazed crowd. Would be entertaining if Dems had another candidate on their bench. But, they don’t.

HRC could be our commander-in-chief when Iran mounts a nuclear arsenal against ISIS’ knives. Drumbeats of World War III. Scary times.