In the ongoing battle of ‘Experience vs. Change’, it’s interesting to note: Mrs. Clinton claims more experience than a Madame in a whorehouse, while Mr. Obama is offering more change than a Vegas slot machine.
Apparently, Mrs. Clinton’s willing to change anything except her wardrobe – and Mr. Obama’s experience consists mostly of looking good in Versace suits and sounding smart in sound bites – it’s hard for beige pantsuits and blonde highlights to compete with that. This ongoing catfight between the two of them is reminiscent of the Iran – Iraq War from the 1980′s – my response then as now was: “Pity they can’t both lose”.
However, my bet is still on Hillary getting the nomination: Let’s face it – this Norma Desmond of politics – (“I am BIG! — It’s the party that got small!”) – is finally ready for her close up. If C.B. DeMille were alive today, he’d cast Bill Clinton, Madeline Albright and Sandy Berger as ‘the wax works’ in the New Year’s Eve scene in ‘Sunset Blvd’. Hillary would be smart to keep Bill on the ‘seen, not heard’ list.
Coming up behind Clinton and Obama was Mr. Edwards, who had become the piñata for progressives – so full of government goodies and socialized sweets, you’re just dying to smack him with a sharp stick and see what tumbles out. Thankfully, he has tumbled out of the race altogether.
On the Republican side, apparently the writers’ strike was more damaging to Fred Thompson’s campaign than anyone would have thought. He was forced to go in front of the public without a script – obviously something he avoided at all cost. So although he won’t be the nominee, I’m sure he’ll be nominated for an Emmy in the ‘laziest performance by a candidate’ category – competing against Chris Dodd.
As for the Reverend Huckabee, the man who puts the ‘fun’ in ‘fundamentalist’- he’d do well to remember that piety, like pie, is best served in small slices. The Lord may work in mysterious ways, but apparently He doesn’t vote in primaries.
The ‘Amber Alert’ for Rudy Giuliani has been cancelled – he was finally located in Florida. Just what he’s been doing down there these past couple of months remains to be seen, but I’m guessing it’s either the senior citizen version of spring break or a remake of ‘Weekend at Bernie’s’ with Rudy’s campaign as Bernie. It sure wasn’t winning the nomination.
John McCain’s Straight Talk Express is still rolling along, pushed lovingly by the MSM – and conservatives with amnesia. I guess the Independents who keep voting for him are anxious to see if he and Lieberman can do a political revival of the ‘Odd Couple’ – or the geriatric version of ‘Brokeback Mountain’ – “I wish I could quit youuuuu…”, indeed.
Which brings us to Mitt – the man with more delegates (well, before Florida), more money and more sons than any other Republican candidates. Unfortunately, what he does lack is a record: being the Republican governor of liberal Massachusetts is like being Brittney’s pharmacist: you can’t cure the addiction – you’re just hoping she doesn’t find the keys to the medicine chest and overdose.
The Olympics? I’m still not impressed. The Olympics are the Oscars for athletes with better looking bodies squeezed into uglier looking outfits. Still, Mitt did run against Ted Kennedy for the Senate and lived to tell the tale. It would be fun to watch him run against Hillary: it would be like the Boy Scouts against the Taliban. I’ll let you decide who’s who in that one…
Cheers!
Vera Charles (sipping a Mojito in Little Havana)
