Margaret, I think I might need to take your advice and watch less television. I’m not sure my blood pressure medicine is strong enough to take one more talking head on the news suggesting that history will somehow place George W. Bush in the same league with Abraham Lincoln. Historians by their very nature have long memories not short ones. Bush is an idiot now and will still be an idiot 100 years from now. Thank God this eight year fraternity party is finally coming to an end.
But it’s not so much George W. who has me flabbergasted. You would have thought his departure would have instantly increased the IQ level inside the Beltway. But while the entire nation is singing “ding dong the witch is gone” members of Congress seem to forget that they’re the only ones who have a lower approval rating than the jack ass himself. Talk about glass houses. Congress gave Bush a blank check. They allowed the continuation of an illegal war. And they looked the other way while the White House took away our basic civil rights. This all happened while the fox watched that little hen house we call the Capitol and now Congressional politicians are coming out of their holes to pontificate on Obama’s every move before he has even been sworn in – much less starts a war. It’s sort of like Rhoda telling Mary that she looks fat in that dress.
On Tuesday the whole world will be watching with hope as well as anxiety. The last time that happened our elected leader told us all to go shopping while he and his band of merry morons planned for war. Well, the world is watching again and this time I am pretty sure our elected leader has something a bit more profound to say. So maybe, just maybe, Congress needs to sit down, shut up and start trying to work together with the President and finally lead our nation into the 21st century as the beacon of hope it could and should be in the world.
And for goodness sakes maybe the media could find something more profound to report on than Michelle Obama’s inauguration outfits.
Thanks for stopping by everyone. Celebrate on Tuesday because on Wednesday we have a lot of work to do. I mean it.