PANTY RAID!

IT’S SHOW TIME, AND THE REPUBLICANS ARE PUTTING ON ONE GREAT SHOW, SO FAR.   SAME SHOW DEMOCRATS, AND REPUBLICANS HAVE PUT ON IN PRIOR YEARS.

AS USUAL, THE SHOW HAS LITTLE TO DO WITH SUBSTANCE, AND MUCH MORE TO DO WITH WHO IS BETTER AT KEEPING THEIR PANTS UP, AND ZIPPED.

HERMAN CAIN GOT CAUGHT WITH HIS PANTS DOWN, AND WAS KICKED OUT OF THE SHOW.

NEWT GINGRICH SEEMS TO FIND HIS SELF WORTH IN POINTING OUT WHOSE PANTS ARE DOWN WHEN THEY SHOULDN’T BE.  NEWT’S PANTS HAVE BEEN DOWN NUMEROUS TIMES WHEN THEY SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN DOWN.  AS LONG AS HE CAN KEEP THE ATTENTION ON ANYBODY ELSE, THE POSITIONING OF HIS PANTS DON’T SEEM TO MATTER.

WHILE CHEATING ON HIS WIFE, NEWT GINGRICH WAS VERY WILLING TO POINT OUT THE IMPROPRIETIES OF PRESIDENT CLINTON.  ALL IN THE NAME OF POLITICS.  NEWT WANTED TO APPEAR RIGHTEOUS.  TURNS OUT, NEWT’S LEGACY WILL BE, RIGHTEOUS.  A RIGHTEOUS HYPOCRITE WHO CAN’T KEEP HIS MOUTH SHUT OR, HIS PANTS UP.

IF WE’RE GOING TO JUDGE THE NEXT PRESIDENT ON HIS ABILITY TO MAINTAIN HIS PERSONAL ETHICS TO AN ACCELERATED LEVEL , THEY ALL LOSE.  MOST OF US STRIVE TO WORK ON A STRONG SET OF ETHICS.  POLITICIANS, FOR THE MOST PART, DON’T.

AS USUAL, NOT TOO MUCH HAS BEEN SPOKEN ABOUT THE ISSUES AS THE PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATES CONTINUE THE ELECTION EXERCISES.  THEY MENTION THEM BUT, ONLY TO SOUND GOOD TO THE MASSES.

THEIR STANCES ON THE ISSUES MEAN NOTHING.  NOTICE A THREAD OF THE LOWEST ETHICS TRAVELS HERE, AND IT HAS BEEN FOR AT LEAST THE PAST FIFTY YEARS.  THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO CONTINUE TO TELL YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR, AND HAVE BEEN FOR THE PAST FIVE DECADES, JUST TO GET ELECTED.

FROM THEN UNTIL NOW, HERE IS WHAT THEY HAVE GIVEN YOU. THEY LIE.  IT WAS ALL SUPPOSED TO BE A BETTER PRODUCT, AND IT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN, WITHOUT THEM.

SARAH PALIN MAINTAINS A CHARACTERISTIC REPUBLICAN AFFINITY FOR PANTIES WITH A REFERENCE TO ‘CHRIS CHRISTIE’S PANTIES’ BUT, THAT’S A WHOLE OTHER STORY.  IF THAT IS OF INTEREST, CHECK  ‘RELATED ARTICLES’ BELOW.

TO THOSE APPEARING IN THE SHOW, STOP THE PANTY RAIDS, RAISE YOUR ETHICS TO A MUCH HIGHER LEVEL, AND FOR ONCE IN FIFTY YEARS, DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE, KEEP YOUR PANTS, UP!

DRESS CODE: NEWT GINGRICH; PANTS UP, WITH A BELT.  NO BELT LOOPS MISSED.  BELT SECURED WITH BUCKLE, LOCK, AND KEY!

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YESTERDAY, WHEN I WAS YOUNG

I am going through my 4th childhood, and about 15 years old.….okay, for the 4th time but, still a childhood of some sort.  Perhaps merely a fantasy but, really let’s not quibble over minor details.  Get it?  Minor?  Childhood?  I honestly didn’t mean that but, I really do like puns.

It was customary when I was that age 1st time around, as it is today to back off from hanging out with your parents in the name of independence.  I was no different than anybody else.  I was just trying to be cool.

I was very fortunate to have my Dad around until I was very well in to my first term of adulthood.  My Mom is still around but, it’s my Dad I’ll talk about, now.

I started my own declaration of independence at about age 13.  The kids in the neighborhood were constantly visiting our household.   My Dad seemed to be around in the background, and was well liked by, everyone.  The kids would always say hello to him.  He was just kind of there.  He never imposed upon the kids to be included in any conversations we might be having at the time.  Just went about his business.

He was quite talented.  He could sing, he was an artist, enjoyed math, and loved playing with the language.  He was actually rather quiet but, commanded attention wherever he was at any given time. His common sense was always being asked to perform by, his peers.

Our family was the recipient of his puns which were most often quite clever. 

I have two brothers who teamed up with me in an alliance.  After hearing another pun we would tell him in unison,  his latest play on the language was as usual, horrible.  He would always assume with each new pun, we would finally give him due credit with the appropriate response. 

‘No?  Really?’  He would be surprised each time staring at blank expressions from the alliance as he proudly gave us the punch line.  This was a kind of family joke.  We would always team up for the same response to him then, go somewhere out of sight, and earshot to laugh or, at least enjoy the pun.  I told him about this, years later.

Using props, drawings, and an almost flawless fluency of the language,  he was a brilliant teacher, and somehow conveyed that to others.  He was magnetic, and would have been quite popular as a teacher in the school district.  Not his chosen field. 

He worked for Lockheed, and others making parts for airplanes.  Later, his expertise was always brought in to the final design, as he caught several previous design flaws.

My Dad would spend time on the landscape, and exterior of the house.  I believe, this is how the kids in the neighborhood got to know him.  He’d be watering the lawn, and sure enough some of the kids would be around, just talking.  He was a very good listener.

I remember hearing from some of the kids how lucky I was to have him.  They really enjoyed being around him.

The girl from across the street was having problems hitting some high notes for music class.  He helped her reach those unreachable notes.  His special way of explaining Math, and English gave him a special place with kids mystified by the typical classwork.  He became a source for advice for them with just a few key words.

This is counter to everything that was cool.  I mean, I was suppose to be breaking away, pulling back.  I was a teenager.  It was my time for rebellion.  You don’t need reasons, it’s the age.  Part of that was, not hanging around with your parents.

I became the exception with an exceptional Father who, I miss to this day.  I was cool for all the reasons nobody else could be cool.  I was an exception.  Hanging out with my Dad was cool.