Politics, politics, politics. Mel Brooks said it best in “History of the World: Part I” — the Roman senate is the best legislature that money can buy.
And so it goes for the United States. Our legislature is the best that money and corruption can buy. Like Diogenes of old, I’m just searching for an honest politician. I keep hoping to find just one. That’s all I’m asking for — just one honest pol who doesn’t lie, cheat, back-stab, or bamboozle us and who will instead lead us into the next decade and usher in an era of prosperity and peace.
This presidential election has brought out the worst in this country. The front-runners in the GOP are nothing but juvenile-delinquent frat boys relishing in fart jokes, crude humor, and finger-pointing instead of focusing on the monumental issues this country faces and what they’ll do to spur job growth, reduce our deficit, and provide for our safety.
The Democratic party is no better. It’s giving us the choice between aging socialist Bernie Sanders and conniving former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton (who is just a wolf in a polyester pantsuit). She made more back-room deals before and after hubby Bill’s time in the White House than Boss Tweed did in Tammany Hall. Just think: Travelgate, Whitewater, and now e-mailgate. And that’s just the tip of the crooked, scandalous ’berg.
So where exactly does this leave us in this presidential election? In deep doo-doo — that’s where.
Whether Democrat or Republican — they all stink like yesterday’s diapers.
When Donald Trump came on the scene, I sort of admired his ability to say what most people were only thinking but would never dare to say out loud. I thought that is what this country really needs — a breath of fresh air, someone who will cut the bull and get to the point. But his rhetoric of late has become so sophomoric that I am leaning away from giving him the nod. Not that Ted Cruz or Marco Rubio are any better for that matter. And as far as Hillary and Bernie go, not even in my wildest nightmare would I consider either of them a good prospect to move into 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. next January.
Not for Nuthin™ — and I know that this will raise a few eyebrows (it’s shocking even me) — but at this point, I think that it would have been a good plan if our former mayor, the one and only Mike Bloomberg, threw his beret into the ring. At best, he would put the members of the senate and house on a fat-, salt-, and nicotine-free diet. They certainly can stand to lose a bit of pork.
