Romney officially heads the Republican party and his handmaid, Trump, is trumpeting his success at making stupidity a made-in-America commodity.
We are slouching toward a slough of despond!
Yeah, I guess I'm mixing literary metaphors, but tough times call for tough measures.
Is there good news anywhere? No!
The most boring member of a bizarre band of brothers competing in a totally witless primary has, unthinkably, achieved stature as the leader of a party whose name conjures up a litany of Romney-inspired terms:
Money, absurdity, larceny, money, acrimony, tyranny, hegemony, villainy, money, gluttony, calumny, money, felony, cupidity, mendacity and, maybe, above all, monotony.
The European economy is on the verge of collapse; Syria and Iran and Israel are lighting the fires of catastrophe; Islamic zealotry and Christian hypocrisy have the world by its short hairs and, into this potentially monumental conflagration, slouches a man with a name that rhymes with all that is wrong with this world. Romney!
It's all too much to bear.
Every day a new poll appears that shows this totally useless excuse for a paragon of virtue, is gaining on the good and sensible.
Every day we hear reports that Rove, the giver of eight years of Georgie Porgie & Co., is readying his army of evil elves to bury sanity and even-handed justice under a pile of stinking cash that will keep us down and dirty forever.
The merry month of May is sinking under the weight of the prospect of a summer of no-good, lousy news. And I can't do a thing about it.
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