I startled some guy in the next lane at a red light when I shouted at my radio today. A semi famous network newscaster had come on opining how former Iowa governor Tom Vilsack could easily take the 2008 Iowa caucuses as a favorite son, resulting in a subsequent focus on South Carolina, which is John Edwards territory and this might all work out to upset the Hillary Clinton Applecart Express. AAIIIIEEEE! The guy next to me barely missed a covey of walkers as he peeled out.
I mean, okay, I know, political projection is as predictable as a spilt glass of milk before nap time at a day care center for hyperactive four year olds. But for crum’s sake, a little common human decency por favor. We’ve barely finished showering off the crap flung in the midterms and need a moment or so to send our clothes and our souls out to the dry cleaners. Or burn and bury them then buy new ones.
You’d think these pundits could use a bit of time off themselves. Enough slack to recycle a few lame sports analogies and plant a couple of specious rumors. At least until the New Direction Congress is inaugurated. The 110th doesn’t even start work for more than a month. Shouldn’t they be able to break the seal on their stack of monogrammed Post- It notes before we start talking about an event occurring at the very end of their term? I’ve seen jailhouse marriages with longer honeymoons. Just ask Duke Cunningham. Or Bob Ney. Ør Mark Foley.
No, second thought, best not ask
Mark Foley.
Is it too much to ask to wait until a mere 22 MONTHS
BEFORE the election to start handicapping our next
national foray into the depths of depravity and
degradation and accusations that make up a
Presidential Sweepstakes? Apparently not. I bet even
the Cartoon Network has a show speculating on the 08
frontrunners in the race to replace George Bush. Even
though most of the supposed competitors haven’t even
taken off their sweats yet.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. The extraordinarily ambitious have
been running since November 3rd of 2004 (does the term
Junior Senator from New York have any meaning here?)
Who cares? Let them. Let them rot in the frozen fields
of Iowa and New Hampshire in the middle of this
winter. But let them do it alone. Because except the
poor beleaguered citizens of Iowa and New Hampshire,
it doesn’t matter. Speaking for the rest of us, I have
one word for all you long term prognosticators: shut
up!
I DON’T CARE. If Bill Frist or Russ Feingold have
dropped out. If Clinton or McCain or Edwards or Romney
or Guiliani has or hasn’t formed an exploratory
committee. If Barack Obama pitches a tent on the South
Lawn. Not only don’t I know who Duncan Hunter is, I
don’t want to know. People, we’re talking two whole
years down the road. A lot of crap could hit the fan
in two years. And you know these guys. They have a
history of not just finding and flinging crap but
splashing and soaking in it. Give them a wide berth.
That’s all I’m saying.
Comic, actor, writer, former radio talk show host and
cave tour guide, Will Durst, thinks anyone dropping
out this early was running the same way he’s running
for Pope.
Catch Durst in stand- up mode at the Death Penalty
benefit at Cobb’s Comedy Club in San Francisco on
Thursday the 7th. 415.928.4320. (its anti- death
penalty, by the way)
Or listen to his twice weekly commentaries
@audible.com/willdurst.
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