I imagine that I see and feel a distinct “the hell with it then” aura surrounding most people with whom I’ve engaged past the superficial since the election. I know I feel it myself.
Last night, Jon Stewart showed about a dozen clips of federal legislators using the phrase “adult conversation.” Kristi Noem was among them. I know we’re going to hear those words as much as we’re starting to hear “I want my country back.” They are always delivered as if their meaning is so apparent that a question about their meaning is in bad taste.
Dubya has been on the air and tube lately promoting his book. That hasn’t helped my mood. He’s still the wannabe good ole boy who’d like to hang with you and tell you and your friends about the time he was president but you’d rather he went home because the women think he’s creepy.
Barack Obama is everywhere. Overexposure has not made him a better orator. I am pretty sick of the short bursts of words separated by “uh”s delivered assertively and with presidential ambiguity. I’m sick of it because I don’t think the man has a clue or a genuous.
But when did cluelessness or disengenuousness become a disqualifying characteristic of a national leader?