Posted by
RANT BRAZEN on Wednesday, February 25, 2009 10:33:41 PM
I've been quiet recently. Probably not quiet enough to suit the two hide-bound liberals who follow my occasional blogs. Throw in the three Townhall faithful who stick with me because they are bored with watching replays of old LBJ press conferences and you've got my entire audience. We could have a reunion in a broom closet. Anyway, I am getting really spooked over some of the lofty political goings-on, and it has brought me out of hiding. At President Obama's seance before Congress and the nation's elite (except for Stuart Smalley, who is hiding out in a bunker near Winona, Minnesota) I could hardly concentrate on what the Great One was enunciating due to the constant acrobatics of head cheerleader Nancy Pelosi, who bobbed up out of her seat with the regularity of a cuckoo clock to prod the faithful into one standing ovulation after another. It was a pork parade bristling with earmark "faves", which one report put at 9,000, with Democrats being joined by some Republicans in raiding the till to grab their "share". I'm not proud of that. Rumor has it that U.S. hog farmers are getting testy over our lawmakers producing more pork than our best livestock operations. Senator Lindsay Graham (R-SC) is a guy I like -- courageous, plain-spoken, and patriotic. I think he is destined for greater things. On a Fox News show, he said Obama talked platitudes, such as promising energy independence, with no mention of the offshore drilling and nuclear power which will be required to bring it off. I'm in total accord with the South Carolina lawmaker. Senator John McCain has complained that as a Senator, Obama had a history of talking a good game but folding before the objective was realized.This likely is a harbinger of more excitement to come. Well, friends, the drama will play out before our eyes, and we will probably be stunned and disappointed as the wrapping comes off of the gift package that has been presented to us. Believe me, it won't be a "gift" package. We'll pay for it, and wonder what hit us. But we needn't wonder. Remember, your buddies on Townhall told you so. And now, good night from our historic little coastal community of Wilmington, North Carolina. Come to see us sometime, okay?