Four More Years

For God's sake, why don't we just let Bill Clinton run the country.

My wish

If only my children or grandchildren were to enter politics, I could achieve a certain level of immortality, not to mention unending love, respect, and reverence.  My words of wisdom, my insights and my role of  moral compass would be etched forever in their memories, to be quoted word for word, whenever the occasion arose.  What wonderful parents and grandparents have been bestowed on political candidates!   I have an image from last night's convention of a father with legs so badly crippled that after a long hard workday, he would have to lean down and lift each leg to climb the stairs so he could reach his apartment and fall into  the loving arms of his children.   Another non-political scenario might depict the  man  collapsing on the couch, calling  for a beer, and demanding  that the kids shut up and leave him alone.  Politicians have been mightily blessed, with extraordinary parents and exceptional recall, not to mention  remarkable imaginations.

Name

I didn't know MSNBC had a commentator named Krystal Ball, and that formerly she'd been a nominee for Congress.  Her father has a PhD. and her mother is an educator.  I remember a student who was named Welcome R. Friends.  He called himself Chip.

"Poor Showing"

The TV networks should pick up on what's trending:    How about a game  show where the contestant who, in the opinion of the judges, best completes the sentence, "I was so poor that______"   wins  his or her way into the semifinals, to be voted on later by the viewers.  Or, instead of those strained and innocuous anecdotes that Jeopardy contestants are forced to relate, each could come up with a poverty legend, much more in vogue now than telling tales of their cat's antics.  Or, all the Survivor and/or Big Brother contestants could be required to bring in and eat off  their own salvaged  coffee tables, and the one who gets the sickest moves up to the next level.  The possibilities are endless----think Charles Dickens.

CoffeTableau

His first piece of furniture was a coffee table that he plucked from a dumpster, so we have a dumpster-diving President.  Not that there's anything wrong with that, (assuming it wasn't a Salvation Army collection bin.)   Our  first coffee table was a suitcase, an old one at that, donated by a relative, not retrieved from a dumpster.  There were end tables too, though those suitcases, also old, were not from a matching set.  And our very first date had him pick me up in an old car with floorboards so  rusted out that the floor was  held together with baling wire.  We never considered a run for the presidency, though, maybe because we lacked the funds to travel extensively.  

Don't touch!

So this camel bites a small child's finger at the Schaghticoke Fair.  Fortunately the child's father pulled her away before much harm was done.  Parents, need you be told not to let your child near a camel.  Haven't you ever seen a camel's face?

Less Is More

When did it become so fashionable to boast about how uneducated and poor your ancestors were.  And yet the speakers of such are successful, so I guess non-education and non-riches can lead to something good.  If only I had known this earlier, I "coulda been a contender. " I've got most of them beat in the dearth of cash and college category.