Boobs, Bubba, & wrestling
by Captain Bradley
As this school year began, I ran into an old acquaintance and he was nice enough to introduce me to his wife. The intro was unique, but not unexpected. “Brad’s the one that would write letters to the Editor…or you used to…”. So true. Like pressed khakis, dress clothes, crowded parties, wine coolers, bleached jeans, and relying on anyone for financial advice, I’ve given up on productive politics and the hacks & puppeteers who manage thier every move. Public and private airing of opinion has zero impact without a checkbook whipped out for results desired.
I’ve learned this cynical truth in various forms from a majority of elected “leaders”. The sad reality is local, regional, and, most disappointing, nationwide with our Congress, which is primarily comprised of bullies or lemmings. Clean house again next year and a new crop of each will emerge. The historic tradition of compromise & reconciliation is dead. The Gipper & Tip must be rolling over these days. Reagan offered amnesty to 3 million illegal aliens, sense he was a realistic person and bigger leader. This White House & Congress set up epic annual battles with unrealistic budgets, trillion $+ annual deficits, and inevitable debt-ceiling wrestling matches. Today’s politics is more like a sport. Winners, losers, and fans cheering on each sideline. But, a football analogy would be too kind.
Today’s politics here in our hometown, in our state house, and in DC resembles professional wrestling more than any sport. Neckties replace masks. Nice suits replace tights. Past that, its the very same egos, testosterone fueled angst, and an endless search for ultimate domination in our politics. Not results. Not greater good. Not sacrafice of any sort. Just re-election. That’s the perpetual goal of most elected officials.
Our federal government hit the mat yesterday and each opponent is blaming the other for throwing the good fight. Sad, but typical.
It’s no wonder why so many other countries look so much more healthy & positive for frustrated Americans and ex-pats. After a year of research, I’ve realized that there are far more healthy places to call home someday.
This week has proven again why a few banana republics offer greater economic & political stability than our birthright of a country.
Where are our Gippers & Tip O’Neils of today…dead and long gone, it seems. Cheers.