Onward, Sociopaths 

Onward, Sociopaths

"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."

-Bob Dylan

It would seem that with every four-year election cycle, the campaigns are starting earlier and earlier. In 1960, Jack Kennedy didn't even announce his candidacy until a couple of days after the new year. A candidate couldn't do that today. It's a different world than the one JFK inhabited on November 22, 1963, the day he was blasted into eternity by the force of Lee Oswald's cheap, mail-order rifle - different faces, different rules. The extremists and the Birchers, relegated to the fringes of our national political conversation a half century ago, are now in the mainstream. "Up" is the new "down". One imagines where this is heading, where we might be fifty years hence. The happy thought is that most of us will be long dead by that point. Much as I love kids, I've never regretted not having any. I regret it even less in 2015. An ill wind is blowing down the pike, baby! 

I'm not going to get too worked up about what transpires in 2016. To tell you the truth I've come to the point where I can truthfully say that I really don't give a fuck what happens at the polls next year. All I can say with any degree of certainty is that I'll find the whole affair quite amusing. 

From the standpoint of April 22, 2015 it is obvious that Election Day 2016 will more than likely be a choice between another Clinton and another Bush - which is not much of a choice at all. I've voted in every presidential contest since 1980, but I've got a pretty good feeling that I'll find better things to do on that day. Perhaps I'll stay home and watch reruns of Leave it to Beaver. Better that than wasting my good time at the polling place. Are the Democrats so impotent that they can't puke up anything better than Hillary? Whenever I forget why I left that party almost twenty years ago, they always cheerfully remind me.

Did I say, "Not much of a choice"?

Okay, I concede the point: Anything would be preferable to any member of that disgusting family occupying the executive mansion for even a minute. What galls me more than anything is Jebbie Boy's jaw-dropping arrogance. How is he going to convince people to change course after Barack Obama has spent two terms desperately trying to clean up the mess he inherited from the Town Idiot of Crawford, Texas? Talk about a sense of entitlement! A third President Bush in a generation? The American people will deserve everything that happens to them if that unfortunate little turn-of-events ever should transpire. Of course, for my purposes, a Bush Administration III would be the gift that keeps giving and giving (And giving and giving and giving). Bush 45? Bring 'em on!

The consensus of opinion seems to be that he's not the extremist that his brother was. Don't get fooled again, folks. As governor of Florida, he was about as extreme as any politician south of the Delaware Water Gap. Only since Dubya mercifully vacated 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue on January 20, 2009 has Jeb sought to "moderate" his positions. Launching his candidacy was no overnight decision on his part. He's been planning this move for a long time, probably since his old man was president. Don't fall for that "compassionate conservative" jazz. Jeb Bush is merely a different side of the same old, counterfeit coin.

Another guy I've got my eye on is Scott Walker of Wisconsin. Since becoming governor of that state, he's made his national reputation by trying to make life for regular working people as insanely difficult as possible. He is the Union Buster from Hell; and he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he views Labor (and laborers) with utter contempt. Recently he compared protesters in his state with the international terror group, ISIS - an organization responsible for the brutal murders of untold thousands. Ain't that a riot? A political degenerate such as Scott Walker only comes around once in a lifetime. He should be watched - if only for your own amusement. 

"If his IQ gets any lower we're gonna have to start watering him twice a day"

-Molly Ivins, describing an unnamed Texas pol 

It's so unspeakably sad that Molly didn't live to see the phenomenon that is Ted Cruz. Can you imagine what she would have had to say on that subject? I giggle at the mere thought.

What a long, strange trip it's gonna be between now and then. 

Tom Degan
Goshen, NY


Jack Kennedy - Elusive Hero
by Chris Matthews

Matthews is not well known for his skills as a historian. That's unfortunate because he's pretty damned good. I've read all of his books and this one is by far the best. This is Jack Kennedy humanized. By the way, one of the perks of being Irish Catholic is that we get to refer to the late president as "Jack". So there!