Political State of the Nation
Funny how the wind blows in the national political arena. Candidates flop, side-step, and skulk from one “popular” consensus to another often changing direction when the rest of the sheep do. Marco Rubio talked a great line with Tea Party overtones until he awoke to the frightening prospect of being disenfranchised by Latinos who, the majority of which, weren’t going to support him anyway. He’s a poser elitist. He likes the big bucks and big spending but not one penny is his personally. Now he is hoping for a miracle, his only hope for a ticket to the big time.
Some interesting observations from an April 1st article by Pat Buchanan that appeared on the website AntiWar.com.
On the political expressway, Jeb is trying desperately to be coy as he flits about searching for some of that franchise financing. He recently alighted in Vegas for an audience with the Grand Poobah of bagmen, Sheldon Adelson. Adelson is the eighth richest man on Earth. He runs casinos. What kind of complimentary degree does he have on the office wall? He collects Republicans with the biggest heads.
How did he get so smart and politically important? He buys stellar relationships. He doles out rescue money to sinking ships like Newt Gingrich’s and, in the end, Mitt Romney’s.
But, for 2016, Adelson is looking to buy himself a winner. The 2016 presidential hopefuls “are falling at his feet,” said a veteran Republican strategist of the 80-year-old oligarch. Each of those who came — Bush, Chris Christie, and Govs. Scott Walker and John Kasich — apparently auditioned, one by one, before the godfather.
In 2016, says Adelson’s top political adviser Andy Abboud, Sheldon’s “bar for support is going to be much higher. … There’s going to be a lot more scrutiny.”Guess that means no more Newts.
Victor Chaltiel, a major donor and Adelson friend who sits on the board of Las Vegas Sands, tells us Sheldon “doesn’t want a crazy extremist to be the nominee.” Adds Shawn Steel, a big California GOP money man, Sheldon is a “very rational guy.”
(My notes: Want to see how rational? Read on.)
Perhaps. But last fall at Yeshiva University, this “very rational guy” gave this response to a question from Rabbi Shmuley Boteach on whether he supports U.S. negotiations on Iran’s nuclear program:
"No. What do you mean support negotiations? What are we going to negotiate about? What I would say is, ‘Listen, you see that desert out there, I want to show you something.’ … You pick up your cell phone and you call somewhere in Nebraska and you say, ‘OK let it go.’
“So, there’s an atomic weapon, goes over ballistic missiles, the middle of the desert, that doesn’t hurt a soul. Maybe a couple of rattlesnakes, and scorpions, or whatever.”
“And then you say, ‘See! The next one is in the middle of Tehran. So, we mean business. You want to be wiped out? Go ahead and take a tough position and continue with your nuclear development.“‘You want to be peaceful. Just reverse it all, and we will guarantee that you can have a nuclear power plant for electricity purposes, energy purposes.’”
Adelson’s response was recorded by Philip Weiss of Mondoweiss website who was at Yeshiva and filmed the interview. Weiss says the audience cheered Adelson’s proposed nuclear strike on Iran and no one on the stage peeped a word of dissent.
*I for one, understand and like the zeal of Yeshiva U’s gathering. However, Mr. Adelson’s priorities appear to originate from the same place he keeps his head!
Buchanan closes his article with the question, “Is that what has become of the party of Ronald Reagan?”
Sorry, Pat, but Mr. Reagan’s party of yesteryear began its walk into oblivion when the Clintons rode their jackass into Washington. Reaganism is centered on common sense, a difficult if not impossible, affectation for modern-day politics i.e. the United States Congress, The Presidency, and the functional (sic) parts of the U.S. bureaucracy.
Filthy rich doesn’t mean imminent intelligence, or grace. It means filthy rich; access to the first and second tier of political posers, with the means to dramatically influence the national level decision making of the successful ones. Money and needy posers combined, equal the contemporary state of our “great” society. God save us from ourselves. . .
The Best of Times
During the “snowbird” season there are lots of negatives to contend with. Traffic is heavy. On “retirement check” days the nearest Wally World is a zoo packed to the walls with the strangest collection of human beings anyone but an alien could imagine. For old farts like me, medical facilities feature long waits and full waiting rooms with an abundance of varicose veins on display, framed by ill-fitting shorts and black sox with flip flops. The 21st century version of the Odd Fellows. Restaurants are overflowing, etc. etc. Natural resources are taxed or trampled.
There are, of course, some high points inherent to this time worn migration. It adds to, and props up, the local economy. It reminds us why we live here - - - to escape where most of these people come from. As a community we enjoy a dose of fresh perspective, “Up north we do it this way.” And we are reminded that we still have a unique sense of humor and respect for our own way of life.
Nowhere is this clearer than when “seasons” change here in Paradise. I received the following e:mail from the Yankeetown Women’s Club. I am reminded why I love livin’ at the end of the road.
What We Do Out Here
First let me tell you about the dolphin in the river. They are FREE to come and go as they please and occasionally they will decide to hang out. Sometimes they come into B's (local marina) and hang and sometimes they follow the shrimp boats in and out and sometimes they find a spot they enjoy and stay a while, but mostly they just do dolphin stuff.
Here's the reason for the this email........
Had a call from someone whose husband was in the background YAMMERING and giving instructions to his wife on what to say to me because he wasn't man enough to make the call himself.
The wife says to me that there is a dolphin TIED to a sailboat and did I know it and why was it tied, etc. The sailboat she was referring to is anchored in the river bend, west of B's. It is NOT at B's.
I had no idea at first what she was talking about and then I remembered that the dolphin had been hanging out at the sailboat in the bend of the river rubbing his injured back on an anchor line which by the way has helped his booboo heal. I then tried to explain it to this person on the phone who did not ID herself because her husband told her not to and she promptly hung up and apparently called the Coasties.
They came down to B's to investigate. I first informed them that the dolphin was not at B's and I am not the dolphin patrol nor dolphin whisperer and I would really like to know how the hell you tie a dolphin up to anything.
About that time, the dolphin was swimming around the boat at the bend and you could CLEARLY SEE that it was free and certainly not tied to anything. He or she seems to have found a spot to hang out and enjoy the river. It's a dolphin thing!
So, for any rumor mongers out there......there is no dolphin tied to anything. No, I did not encourage the dolphin to stay in the river. No, I am not in charge of the Withlacoochee River. Yes, I don't like cowards who won't ID themselves and have their wives make the call, and yes, I love all critters (not necessarily the human variety) and yes, I respect the fact that these are wild creatures we get to enjoy on our planet.
Now I feel better! Thanks for letting me vent!
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Maybe now, in addition to the laughs, you’ll get a better idea of why it is so difficult to get a favorable consensus in Florida concerning the stewardship of our wildlife and priceless natural resources. They don’t know what the hell we’re talking about! If it comes out of the spigot it must be working right. If it disappears when you flush it, it must be working right. No problem. And if it doesn’t work someone else will take care of it.
Hope for you: A blessed day.