Well, it sure wasn’t a week to be the favorite. UT managed to prove this twice in just a manner of days. They win the big one and get to be named just that, only to get worked by Vanderbilt a few days later. And poor Mrs. Clinton, sitting in that debate chair looking like a box that talks, and a cry baby to boot. Bye, bye Hillary, it was good while it lasted.
It’s not you Hillary, it’s America baby; I hope you understand. Being the frontrunner is disillusioning and proves to be a heavy crown; lets call it the Guiliani-New England complex.
In addition, let’s put poor old Roger Clemens in that category. The man had his Cy Youngs, and he had his hubris too. Early on it looked as if Brian McNamee was going to suffer yet more devastation; and now comes the Department of Justice. Much like Andy Pettite, he could have told the truth and left it at that, instead he took his play from the Marion Jones book and he may well get six months too. Remember how adamantly Jones fought off her accusers with machismo, race and the old fashioned lawsuit. Well, she’s in the clink now thinking long and hard about that.
And I’ll bet Barry Bonds is enjoying his vacation from society’s visceral attacks upon his person. Perhaps he should have done more of those funny ESPN commercials in the ’90s and he would not have become the poster-child for evil and malice. But, he didn’t and he did not have being white going for him either. I think we can now see that race played and continues to play into the Bonds’ story. There are not two credible and accomplished baseball professionals accusing him, yet he was considered guilty from day one.
Everyone talked about how his head grew. Look at Roger’s melon: the guy’s head is about as natural as a Cinnabon. And you know what, he is an asshole too. But Republicans simply could not go after him like they did Bonds, and it is because Bonds is Black.
I’d like to see Bonds walk and Clemens in the County blues in this situation just to make a point. And, I must add, I’m white.
Moving on, the aging competitor is once again the center of attention. Whether it is the “Big Cactus” going to Phoenix to bring the perennial playoff losers a coveted ring, or Grandpa McCain. McCain is like Lt. Dan from Forrest Gump, but he never met his Gump. Every generation of his family fought in a war, and he wants to make damn sure there is a war for future generations to fight in. He’s already chosen the war. He has selected Iraq for the destination of future McCain’s for the next century. Lord have mercy on his soul.
Then came a former player who I thought we’d finally convinced to retire; Ralph Nader. My god, I do not know where to begin. This guy needs to be assassinated in the name of liberty and goodwill towards humanity. He draws in those embarrassing liberals that are not any different than the radical right and ruins close elections with his 2 percent pull. The draw he has with crazy leftists who’d otherwise choke back their $4 dollar cup of coffee and reluctantly vote for a Democratic candidate is silly. God help him, he does good work for consumer advocacy which puts his heart in the right place, but his head is located firmly up his rectum.
It is time for Ralph to retire. But he can’t, because the few hundred thousand he raises with his joke campaigns brings in the dough. He is like that aging free agent that keeps collecting a few million until there is not a sucker left in the league. Well, I hope the suckers have left the left, because every dollar they waste on Mr. Election Killer is a vote in the pocket of Paw-Paw McCain and his next century of bloodshed.
