Of Mice And…Rats

People are such fascinating critters.  After an evening out and about doing those terribly normal “middle class” things that we “middle class” do, I came home and opened the online news.  I tell you, it’s a big night when forced to choose between reading an awful lot of people whining about the “surprise ending” of the…ahem…reality…ahem…television show, “The Bachelor”, and reading an awful lot of people still whining about Rush Limbaugh.

What did Rush do now?  Well, apparently he was a little disrespectful to Senator Ted Kennedy.  Something about naming the national health care plan as a memorial to the man.

Guess we shouldn’t confess that we used to fondly call old Teddie the “swimmer”, but have recently changed his nickname to “bob”?

Heh….

Ok, so we still think Ted Kennedy is a heartless, lying, murdering bastard for his role in the death of Mary Jo Kopechne.  But that pales in newsworthiness comparison to a slam-dunk of his most popular pew-warmer by none other than the righteous Reverend Wright when he apparently had a hallucinogenic flash of truthfulness:  “Barack’s name ain’t Jesus.”  Well, praise the Lord and pass the ammunition!  We have ourselves a weiner here.  Welcome to reality, Reverend.  We hope you enjoyed your stay here.  Come back again sometime.

Then there’s Hilary Clinton’s attempt to top her boss in diplomatic gift-giving stupidity.  Perezagruzka?  Peregruzka?  What’s an opechatka between friends?  Of course, those are our hard-earned tax dollars at inept work.  Would someone please remind Mrs. Clinton that what we’ve been trying to do for years is to keep Russia from pushing the button?

An amusing, though sadly rhetorical question was posed by Noel Sheppard in a Foxnew blog:  “Do you think media would have tried to capture former President Bush’s image without a pane of glass blocking his face if he brought a teleprompter everywhere he went? Or would they have done their best to make him look foolish for doing so?”  Guess that Ivy League education continues to pay off.  At least we know the President is comfortable around technology.  So does this remind me of Pigpen and his blanket?

Speaking of pigpens…seems that when Senator Harry Reid failed to get the short bus…errr…failed to shove the Omnibus bill through a smaller-than-anticipated hole in the Senate, he ended up in Nancy Pelosi’s office and things became rather “ugly” as they argued about what to do next.  They were so loud that staff members, relegated to the hall, could hear them. 

If the President and his press secretary arguing with a radio show host, and the Speaker of the House and Senate Majority Leader swearing at each other in the middle of the night in front of the staff after just the first 47 days is any indication, the next 1,415 days ought to be quite amusing.

But eventually this glam news becomes tiring and it’s off to something with a bit more substance.  I’d say with a bit more bite, but prefer to not be reminded of the austerity that grips this particular small residence as tightly as it is gripping the residences of millions of other Americans.  Michelle Malkin outlines the current state of this austerity, aka non-spending, quite nicely.  Though of course such outlining must, in all fairness – since all of us are about fairness and balance – show the other side.  That is, the cocktail parties and Wagyu beef being served up under the auspices of the perennially-summertime Orchid office.  Paid for by our hard-earned tax money, of course.

I tell ya, it’s so hard to keep up with all this change.