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Dem Follies: Night 1, plus McCain Veepstakes

Posted on August 26, 2008 Written by The Mouse Who Ate Xanax

I am the mouse who ate Xanax, the Nittany Turkey’s political alter ego, and I have a few opinions.

I’m certain that The Redhead can hardly wait to read my take on the first night of the Democrat love fest in Denver. I enjoyed watching the posturing and posing, so I’ll tell you what I think. Those of you who know me will probably think my response is predictable. Indeed, my bullshit detector was glowing bright red and spinning round and round last night, so no surprise.

Yeah, I know. This is supposed to be a football column. But I can’t help bashing Democrats from time to time. After all, this is my only outlet. All my friends are either in total agreement with me or are too liberal to want to talk about any of this, regarding me as hopeless and stone-headed as they do all conservative thinkers. Or even conservative non-thinkers. I’m a retard. I admit it. Anyhow, first I’ll give you a few glib comments about last night’s People’s Convention and then I’ll move on to some vacuous rambling about the Right Honorable John S. McCain’s potential running-mate. (Or not.)

And now, my observations from my comfortable (albeit sometimes violently turbulent) home under The Nittany Turkey’s sofa.

[Cue the ominous sounding music, with lots of cellos.]

I found the Communist Party Convention pretty typical, particularly on the hypocrisy front. They are up there posturing that they’re people “just like you” and they (and only they) can relate to the po’ folks, yet they featured Teddy Kennedy with enough footage of him piloting his yacht to convince even the gravest doubter that Kennedy is a wealthy, wealthy man. McCain might have seven houses, but how many million dollar yachts does he have? Hey, how many houses do the Kennedys have?

Then, we had Sister Michelle preaching that she loves America not because of what Barack has accomplished but because of what it is, which was such a thinly transparent attempt to mitigate her stump speech gaffe that it was laughable. Similarly, her gratuitous mention of Hillary Clinton appeared to be inserted in hopes of galvanizing the Hillary holdouts. It was again transparent and almost laughable in its incongruity. I don’t think it galvanized anyone. She also was coached to mention the troops, although not in the context of actually being useful for fighting wars, because they should be here at home just in case the South rises again.

Jimmy Carter and wife Rosalynn were introduced and hustled off the stage before prime time began. That figures. The Dems don’t want that association hanging around to give Republicans ideas.

The big theme of Evening #1 was Health Care is My Right! Yeah, right. The Dems think they have one there. Everybody needs it, so why not just promise it so they can get elected and hold it over our heads for the rest of our lives. Yeah, like that’s really going to work. (It might—there are a lot of idiots out there who don’t take the time to see how badly diluted the health care system is in Canada or how government makes life or death decisions over people in Oregon,* for that matter—no matter how distorted a picture they get from that wacko left-wing dipshit, Michael Moore.) If you think health care is in a bad way now, just let the government increase its stake in the industry. Medicare has damn near destroyed the health care industry; treating health care as a universal entitlement would be the final torpedo, if in fact it is not already too far gone. This has to be the biggest reason not to elect Democrats.

Tonight, we’ll have Hillary. I wonder how she’s going to mask her jealousy and personal ambition in the hope of coming off as a sincere Obama backer. Or will she even bother? That will be fun to watch. (For me, anyhow.) I’m going to be laughin’ my ass off. It will be Hillarious.

I think the Dems are beatable. They have not taken a very serious turn to the center, which they needed to do to ensure that this election goes their way. Obama aside, Pelosi and all the other speakers at the convention are painting a very liberal picture. Too liberal. They’re hanging way the hell out there on the lunatic left fringe, which was exacerbated, not assuaged, by Obama’s choice of Biden. (I don’t know if choice is an appropriate word. From what I’ve read, the Biden camp pulled out all stops to chase that “choice.”) That will lose them some votes, because the electorate is typically right of center. (Misguided, as a certain friend of mine would say.)

The do-nothing, self-serving, obstructionist, vacation taking Congress managed by Pelosi and Reid should further nudge voters away from that nefarious socialist axis. But I digress.

Unfortunately, a large percentage of the electorate is either stupid, lazy, or self-centered and underachieving, and THAT is the Dems best hope!

[Cue the light, optimistic, airy music.]

And now, on to the GOP.

Obviously, McCain needs three things to win: 1) conservatives, 2) women, and 3) independents. There are a lot of undecideds at stake, women being a huge percentage of them. However, I do not think that McCain will select a female running mate. I pulled that straight out of my ass, just gut feel. Condi Rice probably is not on the short list, lest McCain stick his neck further out toward the contrived Bush 3 hatchet. (More transparency—some Karl Rove type in the Dem organization says the way to beat McCain is accuse him of being a Bush clone, so they work that into just about everything. It usually sticks out like a sore thumb.) I would really like to see a VP candidate who is young, conservative, and a governor. Three names that stick in my mind are Matt Blunt, Mark Sanford, and Bobby Jindal.  However, Jindal was the only governor of these three who went to the love fest at McCain’s ranch. Youth is essential–after all, McCain is 72.

Joe Lieberman? We’ve already got one quasi-Democrat at the top of the ticket. Why do we need another? We should be reaching out to the right. Furthermore, we don’t need another senator. Let the Democrats go down in flames with two senators. Let’s get someone with executive experience, someone who knows how to manage an organization, someone with a little business acumen—not just a blow-hard like Biden. I like Joe Lieberman, but he’s Al Gore’s VP candidate, not John McCain’s.

Charlie Crist and Mitt Romney both have some negative points. However, I think they’re both still in the running. Crist is getting married around the end of the year, which would lead me to believe that he’s probably got other things on his mind. But Florida is a crucial state in a presidential election, and the McCain machine knows it. Romney would “galvanize” the conservatives, but then there’s the Mormon issue. The fundamentalists don’t like the Mormon approach to life. Now, we have to have Christian wars while vetting candidates. Ridiculous!

All we know at this point is that it ain’t gonna be Madonna!

Nobody elects a Vice President. I think that under normal circumstances (viz. Reagan/Bush vs. Carter/Mondale) the importance of the selection tends to be overblown by the hyperanalytical media (after all, they need to generate ad revenue), whereas in other cases, for example a tight battle like Kennedy/Johnson vs. Nixon/Lodge, a good VP selection can win the election (along with some strong-arming in West Virginia and some dead people voting in Chicago). I think that this year’s election is close enough that the VPs come into play. Thus, I am hoping that McCain chooses well. We’ll know by the weekend.

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*In Oregon recently, a woman who required a $4,000 per month drug was turned down by the government, which advised her that assisted suicide was legal in the state and was therefore an option.

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A Close Brush With Dr. Drool

Posted on July 31, 2008 Written by The Mouse Who Ate Xanax

It was lunchtime on a recent afternoon (Okay, last year. It’s been a while since I posted.) and I was about to take a bite of a Garlic Chicken and Pasta Lean Cuisine when I ran into a snag, or to be more specific, my left jaw did. I couldn’t bite down all the way and it hurt. Since this was the third such incident within a two month span, I decided it was time to take action. I called a local dentist from https://www.northscottsdaledentistry.com who specializes in jaw irregularities. Having acquired his name from my “regular” dental office, I figured I would be in good hands. I figured wrong regarding dental implant cost.

New age Muzak wafted through the waiting area when I arrived for my appointment the next day. Gee, never heard that at a dental office before. I signed in, sat and looked around. The reading material was fairly typical: those big blue Bible Story books for kids; some health magazines; monthly Guideposts. A rather odd mix, I thought, new age music and Christian literature, but whatever works. When the mild mannered receptionist asked me to follow her into a small office, my feeling that something was just a tad strange grew a little bit bigger. Ms. Mild Mannered explained she wanted me to fill out some forms while she made copies of my drivers license and insurance cards. Okay, but why take me into a private office? I start digging my ID out of my wallet and catch myself just before I accidentally hand her my Visa card. Whoops! “Oh,” says MMM (Ms. Mild Mannered), “you may want to keep that out. Heh heh.”

Huh?

When I’m finished filling out the forms and pay the $300 fee—I was informed when I made the appointment that payment was required upfront, and desperate to unlock my jaw, I agreed—MMM ushers me down the hall to yet another small office, even tinier than the last. I take a seat in front of an enormous desk which fills up most of the room. About a minute later, in walks Dr. Drool who makes up in width what he lacks in height.

“Welcome to our family,” Dr. Drool cries, spreading his arms out wide. My jaw has relaxed by now but the rest of me begins to tense up when Dr. Drool proceeds to take a seat right next to me.

“So, what brings you to see me today?”

I tell Dr. Drool about the lock jaw and he explains the condition, TMJ, that is, when he’s not cracking himself up with dumb jokes. In fact, at one point, Dr. Drool becomes so tickled with himself that he leans over to me and actually rubs his shoulder against mine. Excuse me? Who is this guy? Dr. Drool chortles on and seems completely unaware that his behavior is, shall we say, f—ing inappropriate!

A voice inside my head starts to cry: “I want out of here!” Unfortunately, my butt seems to be as frozen to the chair as the smile is to my face. I’m too shocked to move. Dr. Drool has moved behind his desk and is showing me some bizarre looking computer graphics of the jaw and its workings.

“Well, you’ve heard enough of me (I’ll say, buddy), so now I’m going to show you a little film. Watch this” Dr. Drool commands and flicks on a small TV. Suddenly I have double-vision. There’s Dr. Drool—TV celebrity—talking with a local news reporter about TMJ and his miracle cures. Hello? I’m sitting right across from you, pal, why do you need to play me a promo?

Dr. Drool is really having a good time, watching himself on TV and all. The voice inside my head is getting louder: Get away from this nutcase! But then the video portion of what is becoming quite a freak show ends and Dr.-Drool-in-the-flesh begins to speak. First, however, he comes over to sit next to me again.

“That’s a cute haircut,” he grins.

Uh, thanks.

“Now. Let me ask you. How do you deal with stress?”

(Uh, I have a lot of sex but don’t think for a minute that I’m going to have it with you, mister.)

What I really say: “I run. I’m training for a half marathon.”

Eyes me up and down. “Yes, you’re in good shape.”

Okay. I’m getting out of here. Really this time.

I’m about to move out when Dr. Drool whips some forms under my nose.

“This is my fee. Are you married?”

Yesyesyes!!!!!

“Well, get ready to have another man in your life for a while–wink wink.”

Moving quickly, Drool proceeds to show me how much it’s going to
cost—upfront, of course—over the next 12 months (!) of treatment. It ain’t pretty.

I tell him I’d like to talk with my husband about this first.

“Oh, you can call him right here and we’ll discuss it together.”

He’s kidding right?

Doc picks up the phone.

No. He’s not.

I say I really want to talk this over—in private—with my husband.

He’s not happy. “Well, okay. But I explained in my introductory letter to you that you should bring your significant other.”

Letter? Hello, I just made the appointment yesterday. It is now the next morning and unless he sent it special delivery, I don’t think the mail works that fast.

Dr. Drool clucks his tongue. He’s getting the idea that I’m not coming back so he trots out the big guns. Actually, it’s only a single gun whose name is Pat, a no-nonsense looking woman with grey hair and a slight brown mustache.

“Pat will take your check.” Dr. Drool takes in a massive breath and gives me a hard look. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.” Drool pauses, swallows, then says: “Your condition will NOT improve without this treatment.” With a dark cloud of doom floating above his head, Dr. Drool turns and waddles away.

Pat says, “I can take Master Card or Visa.”

They really want my Visa card! I reiterate that I want to talk this over with my husband. The cloud of doom floats back into the room. All right, says Pat, “but you won’t get better UNLESS you come back and see the doctor.”

I’ll take my chances with lock jaw, lady. I (finally) make my exit with my Visa card still firmly tucked inside my wallet. Next time I will consult only the trusted Philadelphia emergency dentist!

A few days later, I receive a letter from Dr. Drool stating that he has forwarded my file to my regular dental office. Little problem. I signed a form permitting this however Dr. Drool has sent my records to the WRONG dentist. I read further. Drool informs me in bold typeface (I’m surprised he didn’t use all caps as well) that “your condition will not improve without this treatment.” But I wanted to Get More Info before giving in to the warning. For good measure, he repeats his warning two more times before concluding with—

Have a blessed day.

Oh, I will all right. I’m counting my blessings that I won’t be rubbing elbows or shoulders or anything else this shyster may be planning, ever again. And when it comes to the TMJ, I’ll just take smaller bites.

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What Happened to the Girl?

Posted on July 29, 2008 Written by The Mouse Who Ate Xanax

I was sitting at my favorite discount pharmacy waiting for the folks behind the glass to dispense my prescription. A couple of young guys were ahead of me. The TV in the waiting area was tuned to a news channel, and Republican presidential candidate John McCain was on the screen talking about something or other.

Young Guy #1: Is that one of the president guys?
Young Guy #2: Yeah.

YG1: What’s his name?
YG2: That’s McCain.

YG1: How many are left?
YG2: Just two: Obama and McCain.

YG1: [sly grin] Wasn’t there a girl? Which one is the girl?
YG2: That was Hillary. She’s out of it now.

YG1: Yeah, I thought so, ’cause nobody would vote for a girl. That was pretty funny. So, who’s left?
YG2: Obama and McCain.

YG1: Yeah, ’cause who’d vote for a girl!

Well, feminists, have at it! I think we can safely conclude that Young Guy #1 is clearly a moron; however, he did have a point that I believe is valid. Back before it was all decided, I was cheering for Hillary to win the nomination because I doubted that she was electable for the very reason that our presumptively public school educated moron proposed.

Some of you will say that I’m being unfairly harsh toward Young Guy #1. After all, knowledge about and involvement in politics is optional and not for everybody. Thinking that makes you a moron, too! These abstract figures you can take or leave pretty much decide our individual and national destiny. So, yeah, just view elections as vanity contests at best or too much trouble to bother with at worst and see where that leads us.

*     *     *     *     *

Anyhow, back to the point. Is voting for a promise of “change” for change’s sake any less moronic than saying “nobody would vote for a girl?” Perhaps the young moron even had more brain cells working than those purportedly well educated voters who are now being led down a primrose path strewn with petals of perfidiously proffered passage. Some of them didn’t even need to hear the “change” mantra, for they were already hard-wired by fellow Kool Aid drinking, tinfoil hat wearing drones into an unthinking position of voting only for Democrats without even weighing the merits of the available candidates. The same is true for hard-core Republicans who only know how to pull the big lever that says “Republican” and for whom campaign events are opportunities to spend time reinforcing their prejudices with other, like minded monomaniacs. This polarization has to end. We really look stupid.

OK, so the country is going through a period of malaise. The economy is suffering a cyclic downturn; oil prices are high due to Chinese consumption and other factors; we have yet another unpopular war; and, with a less than charismatic leader in George W. Bush, it is easy to blame everything on him and his party, just as we did with Gerry Ford in the aftermath of Watergate, Vietnam, and a severe recession in the 1970s.

Jimmy Carter was the bright, shining, youthful figure who vowed that if he were elected it wouldn’t be business as usual in Washington. He was right. It was worse. Our short-term, feel-good mentality and his naivete cost us a fortune. If he wasn’t the worst president of the 20th Century, he was second only to Warren G. Harding. He gave away one of the most important strategic assets of the western hemisphere, the Panama Canal. He insisted that Soviet contractors build the new embassy in Moscow, because it would save money. That embassy was never used for its intended purpose, because during its construction the KGB planted more bugs than you’d find in the entire Okefenokee Swamp in Jimmy’s home state. Jimmy trusted Communists and felt little need for spies. Accordingly, he dismantled the CIA, cutting loose a large number of career covert agents. He allowed the embassy to be placed under siege in Tehran. During his administration, we verged on runaway inflation, with the prime interest rate topping 21% while the economy stagnated. The Dow-Jones average, which had managed to climb to 1000 in January 1977 from its 1973 depths, started sinking once again. Many proclaimed the stock market dead. But Jimmy sure looked more glamorous and promising than Gerry Ford to those who voted for him—and that included some very intelligent people. Hell, Gerry pardoned Richard Nixon, which was unforgivable. So voting for Gerry must have been like voting for Nixon all over again. They were wrong. They were bamboozled by a promise of a new order in Washington, something that they had to know in their hearts was impossible.

Germany turned to Adolf Hitler in 1933 for similar, albeit more dire reasons. The national malaise resulting from the excesses of the Weimar republic, the apportioning of the fatherland by the Treaties of Versailles, and the extreme currency deflation laid the groundwork for the Beer Hall Putsch and Hitler’s mercurial rise to power.

Now, don’t get all up in arms here. I’m not comparing Obama to Hitler, or even to Jimmy Carter, for that matter. I’m merely saying that the conditions are ripe for voters to grasp at straws in the hope that the rhetoric actually will represent reality, and that reality will be a panacea for all our ills. When the pain grows, people tend to think irrationally. Think again. Has this sort of thing ever worked in the past? Has anyone ever been able to change how things work in Washington? What will the long-term consequences be this time if you vote straight out of your ass?

For those of you who say that McCain is just an extension of George W. Bush, you’re swallowing a line, too. Before you blow wind in my direction that I’m just a filthy, dirty, neocon, creationist, homophobic, Bush-loving, blindly GOP-voting pig, let me say that I am not happy with either candidate. I firmly believe that senators for the most part make lousy presidents. With few exceptions, they are career politicians who have little, if any, executive experience. We’re not electing a king or an emperor; we’re electing a chief executive. He runs the executive branch of the government. Give me someone who has successfully run something—preferably a large corporation or a state. But I digress. McCain is McCain. Bush is Bush. McCain, if elected, will inherit two houses of congress with Democrat majorities. That and the war in Iraq and Afghanistan are Bush’s legacies to his successor. The economy is cyclical, perturbed by fiscal policy and monetary policy as well as international trade. The direct influence of the president on the economy is debatable, but it is certainly much less than what campaign speeches would have you believe. Oil prices—neither presidential candidate will be able to do much to change.  So, why do we listen to the same empty promises—from both parties’ candidates—every four years and believe this mendacious rhetoric? I sure as hell cannot base my vote on who makes the best empty promises. Can you?

What I want from a president is a strong national defense and a successful foreign policy. What I want from congress is to keep government the hell out of my life and my pockets. I am sad to say that neither presidential candidate offers the complete package to me, and congress is out of control. Thus, I cannot throw my hands up in the air and just vote for change for change’s sake.

On the contrary, I feel that gridlock is essential to keep this congress from going hog wild spending my money. That’s sad, too, but that’s what checks and balances are all about. It will please you to know that I felt the same way when there was a Republican majority in congress. George W. Bush rubber stamped every damn spending bill, not wielding the veto pen for six damn years. His ramrodded Medicare Part D legislation was a ridiculously extravagant expansion of the welfare state. This, from a Republican? With a Republican congress, no less? Is this the LBJ Administration Redux?

Hell, both major parties are in the business of buying votes with redistributed wealth. I object. That’s my money they’re using to buy votes, and your vote for “change” is a vote to open the spending floodgates for congress. I won’t stand for that.

Furthermore, I am not convinced that Mr. Obama would not weaken this country’s defenses, but that’s another post for another time. On the other side of the coin, I do not believe that Mr. McCain has a firm grasp on the economy, but what can a president really do about the business cycle? Not much.

Hey, do you notice how inconsequential former hot-button issues like abortion become when people are feeling the tightening in their purse strings? Goes to show you where the national mindset is. Yep, that’s right. Firmly lodged in the personal wallet. When times are good, we can get all bent out of shape about stuff like abortion, but when we’re feeling the pain, it’s me first! Nobody seems to care which candidate goes which way on abortion this time around, just as long as they’re promising a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage. The almighty issue of abortion is finally relegated to the back seat it deserves. Hallelujah!

Shifting gears, I’ll move to another thing that is getting on my nerves. Let’s just bail out all the mindless idiots who leveraged their credit cards to the hilt and then thought they could do the same with houses, shall we? Those poor, poor people. Duped by the greedy bankers. They didn’t know any better. Yeah, so that’s why they make good voters. Whoever can make them feel better, placate them—with MY money—will get their votes. You can bet that both sides of the aisle will be feeling very generous with MY money. What a convenient issue to pop up just prior to a national election! Bastards!

I did it right. I have no mortgage. I have no car loans or leases. I have no debts. Yet now I have to pay dearly because some assholes thought they could buy champagne on a beer budget? I have no sympathy for them. No, instead I want someone to save my damn wallet for sure! Instead of trying to shore up this house of cards, we should let it tumble and rebuild our credit system on a firmer foundation. However, congress is not about to take any such painful steps. They’ll just continue to spend my money to the tune of enthusiastic cheerleading by our sitting president and the two wannabes. Crap!

So, I’m still up in the air about just whom I’ll vote for in November. Libertarian candidate Bob Barr is tempting. Alas, our two-party system is too firmly entrenched to expect the Libertarians to make any significant gains. Furthermore, this short-sighted, feel-good, gimme gimme gimme generation of voters has been conditioned to expect that government will take care of them from cradle to grave, which is decidedly antithetical to Libertarian philosophy—and mine. Can somebody help me out of this morass by giving me some reason to vote for McCain, other than that he would provide a strong national defense, or giving me some reason to vote for Obama, other than that he is a change from that which cannot be changed? How about not telling me why I should not vote for somebody, for a change?

Oh, and how about exhibiting a sign of intelligence by injecting a little humor into your political diatribe? I’m growing weary of the darkly impassioned, ornery, humorless bleating of the goats on either side of the fence. It’s not a black and white world (or should I say red and blue), and you people are being downright nasty to each other. How about not taking yourselves so seriously, for a change? We’re all in this together. All the liberals and conservatives I know are nice people, yet many of them put the blinkers on when in the presence of those of the other persuasion. The world is composed of shades of gray, and all this red/blue polarity is really destructive. Let’s get back to give and take. Neither McCain nor Obama is all bad and neither is all good. It’s just easier to look at it that way, so we’re ceding this election to the whims of lazy minds. Let’s not.

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