Today Little Miss Know it All would like to open her files of stories that baffle her. The kind that make her yell at the talking heads…”Are you freaking kidding me?!?”
Up first…Senator Joe Biden. Now, many have asked me who I’m backing in the presidential race. To this date, I don’t have a chosen candidate, because its way too early to be handicapping something as unpredictable as presidential politics. But Senator Biden is a favorite of mine…I like his blunt honesty, his diplomacy, his media skills, and his presidential poise. He’s also a wonk without being a bore. Always a plus in my book. Anyway, on his first day in the race for president, someone asked him to describe Senator Obama. He called him “clean” and “articulate.” Evidently, them were fightin’ words, as he’s now in the middle of a media firestorm, and evidently either implied he was gay, or that African Americans weren’t clean and articulate. Surely, they must be kidding! Politicians are highly competitive, ego-driven and not prone to saying nice things about each other. With a race as crowded as this one, polite smiles are going to be forced and civility short lived. However, Biden searched for something nice to say about a rival, and now he’s being smacked for using nice words about an opponent. Are we really this bored that we have to twist words like clean and articulate into meaning something completely different? Don’t get me started on my favorite rant about deciding who we want to be…You complain about too much mud-slinging, then get bored and create it when a politician dares to say something nice about an opponent!
Second…Boston, Boston, Boston. Something separates you from 12 other major cities in the US. I would’ve thought it was all those Ivy Leaguers, or maybe that accent, and your hip-yet-east-coast-blue-blood ways. Or all that great Irish heritage–Guinness and pubs on every corner. But no, its that you were the city that panicked over some homemade Lite Brites while the rest of the country yawned at the advertising campaign. You pushed the panic button without knowing what you were panicking over, and now you want to blame two 20-somethings for your own stupidity. Just goes to show that having a lot of very smart people in a concentrated area doesn’t mean that you have a lot of common sense being bantered about…
Third…General Casey and the White House. As the White House runs around talking about anything but Iraq to distract our attention away from the issue at hand, General Casey, the General nominated to take control of the situation in Iraq, made a trip to Congress to answer questions. Pressed by Democrats and Republicans alike on the President’s not -so-new-way-forward, he admits that he believes that we could secure Baghdad with a lot less than the 17,000 troops Bush wants to send. His plan involved a different strategy. But…he’s on board with the Bush plan. Wait, back up, did the General in charge just say that his strategy would involve less troops and be different than the one Bush is proposing? Are there no alarm bells ringing? What’s up at the White House? If you’re going to come up with a politically expedient plan (which its rapidly turning out to be a politically damning plan), at least draft a General who agrees with you wholeheartedly! Don’t choose a General who you know will be confirmed, who will do a great job, and then tie his hands!
Okay, so here’s my question. Are we that hungry, that desperate for scandal and intrigue that the first two stories get first run, top airtime, while the third is buried in the newspaper with only a few paragraphs? Which one do you think matters more?
Or is this more of the refocusing our attention away from Iraq? If we’re busy being scared of nothing, or handicapping a race that’s two years away, we won’t be noticing what’s happening right now in Iraq? Hmmm….
Oh, I almost forgot! Barbaro…what a tragedy! NOT!!! (I don’t think I’ve ever used that phrase….do you see what this media mediocrity is doing to me?!?) Its a horse, people. I cannot believe that it warranted top billing over Iraq, over whatever else happened that day, but it did. Evidently it was even a two day story. I’ve also heard that some private investors offered to donate two million dollars towards saving him. Are you freaking kidding me? (Suddenly I’m turning into Lewis Black…) Do you know how many children could have good health insurance with that? Heck, do you know how many shoes I could buy with that much money? (And Little Miss Know it All really likes shoes) But noooo, let’s save a pampered, sheltered, HORSE!
Okay, I’m done. I’m leaving, and I’ll keep my muttering to myself.