POLITICAL PRATFALLS FOR COMIC RELIEF
(….and scandals….for a breath of fresh air….)

The recent Cain/Perry flapdoodles demonstrate the more entertaining aspects of our American political process.

The propensity of so many of our aspiring public office seekers for either scandal or pure farce is what maintains our interest in politics, with both parties doing their best to give us plenty of them in equal measure, especially during a presidential season like this one.

And since we voters know that, sooner or later, it’s bound to happen, and that one of them will produce a political pratfall for comic relief, or, a scandal….for a breath of fresh air, we eagerly await such moments with baited breath and salacious anticipation. Chalk it all up to our fixation with celeb pop-culture and its rag-sheet publications and insider-scoop TV shows, where exposing the most intimate details of any celebrity’s life in inane nano-detail is the norm.

And politicos in particular are fair game for such treatment. After all they chose to enter our political arenas to run for public office, so why shouldn’t we, the public, exercise due-diligence to check them out? That’s our American way of politics (besides flooding them with loads of campaign money as well, of course).

So here we are today with one GOP candidate having to man his bilge pumps to stay ahead of a nasty scandal about alleged former sexual improprieties that threatens to swamp his political canoe, and the other one….having a public mental meltdown….unable to remember something about what he said five minutes before.

This probably means that now Republican voters will have to decide which one they dislike the least, that is, a) a guy who could very well hang a sign on the Oval Office door saying – if this office is rockin’….don’t bother knockin’ – ….or b) a guy who’s mind, in the middle of some kind international crisis of some kind, would go blank, and unable to remember whether he should call the State Department, DOD, or dial UN 911, to deal with it.

Well, for my money, I’d be more inclined to go for the horny one. At least he’s not likely to forget what to do….or how!

C’est la vie….

CENTURION