SPRING TRAINING T-MINUS 13 DAYS AND COUNTING!

 

A CHANGE OF PACE - JUST A RANT AND NOTHING BUT A RANT!

 

When I was a little kid, I wanted Go-Go boots more than anything in the world.  (This desire was replaced a few years later by the desire to have a Saint Barnard – FYI). I begged.  I think I even remember having a tantrum at the check out counter of the long defunct Bell’s Department Store in Seneca, SC (birthplace of both Lindsey Graham and John Edwards).  I was allowed to have Nancy Sinatra boots (which today are way cooler) but then, it just didn’t work.  The worst part of it was the fact that the Nancy Sinatra boots were far more cutting edge and fashionable than the Go-Go boots, but I wasn’t old enough to understand that or my mother’s now (oh, shit, my mother was right – damn!) terribly important reasoning.  “No, you cannot have Go-Go boots because everyone else has them.  Just because everyone else is playing in the middle of the highway (we had no interstate through SC at that time) are you going to join them?

 

When you are in the 3rd or 4th grade that doesn’t help, trust me.  

 

BUT – I learned a very important lesson, something my non conformist, refuses to join anything, will kowtow to no-one mother was trying to teach me.  Be yourself.  Be an individual.  Do not follow the crowd, go in the opposite direction.

 

Therefore, all this Super Bowl hype drives me crazy.  It is nothing but group speak.  People who don’t watch one football game the whole year are suddenly hosting parties because it is the in thing to do.  Don’t get me wrong, if a person is a football fan, great.  But – you don’t see baseball people acting like brainless twits over the World Series.  If our team isn’t involved, we may or may not watch, depending upon how much we either like or dislike the teams involved.  Either baseball fans are far more discriminating than football fans or we are a bunch of sore losers.  It is probably a little of both.

 

Getting back to my anti-Stupid Bowl rant, sorry, I allow myself one such epitaph every Super Bowl Sunday, I think the Super Bowl is the perfect analogy for the ‘average’ voter.  They are lead around like cattle with a ring through their noses.  These are the Oprah watching, MSM news reading, Wal-Mart shoppers, who will probably end up voting for Bambi Obama because she tells them too.  I’m probably being too hard on Oprah, but it is indicative of a certain mind-set, group speak, and follow the in crowd.  It is nothing but hype, all hype.  Did you see O’Reilly on Friday?  We’re talking pimping prostitutes,  coke-snorting high rollers, multi-millionaires, all flying in to see and be seen.  And poor Mr. & Mrs. Idiot on the Street gets sucked into all of it.  People who have one party a year do it today, even if they don’t give a rip about football.  Something is terribly out of whack here. 

 

I will admit I was forced to go to Wal-Mart yesterday.  I had no choice.  The parking lot was packed.  People were stuffing their shopping carts with beer, sodas, chips, crackers, and anything else the MSM and advertisers tell them to serve for their Super Bowl party.  Then we will hear about it for days on end.  The only good thing about all of it is once we get over the Daytona 500 in a week or so, it’s clear sailing to Spring Training and – thanks be to heaven – BASEBALL.

 

I digress.  The worst thing about all of it is we’re dealing with some people who aren’t usually led around like some tethered animal.  Tomorrow nothing will happen on Rush or Hannity but a discussion of the blasted football game, like anyone really cares outside of Chicago or Indiana. I am so glad I have things to do the next two days and will be spared the inch by inch account of a hyped up, ripped, off wardrobe malfunction extravaganza that has very little to do with sports and everything to do with the glitterati. If it were just pure football, I could handle that.  But, be honest, how much of this is about football, really?  (Rush gets a pass because he, like Condi Rice, is a true football fan, but I am not required to listen to him, am I?)

 

So we then segue to the Dems and the turncoat GOP Senators who have decided the best way to please this madding crowd of pabulum eaters who devour every lie told by the MSM is to kiss the barnyard soiled boots of their Dem and liberal masters.  I don’t see much different between this bunch or that bunch.  They are all dealing with group think.  The mind is a terrible thing to waste, especially when it is attached to a previously half-way reasonable Republican.  The group polls say the President has low approval numbers, so go ahead and betray him, the troops,  and your country.  His polls are low so who cares?  It’s the same thing as the one game a year person spending that thousand bucks on a Super Bowl party, just to go back to work the next morning and brag about how great their party was.  There is no substance or reality, only superficial instant gratification so you will be popular and be invited to the next party they have.  But, the problem is, everyone sees through you.  People may invite you, just to reciprocate, but you aren’t going to get that invitation to that special event.  People, the American people, usually don’t like fakes.

 

Funny thing there.  Are you a fake or are you just nothing but a shaking little coward, afraid of your own shadow or the new bully on the block?  The worst thing about bullies is the fact that they are nothing but sniveling little cowards themselves, just like the Dems in the House an Senate.  They are nothing but sniveling little cowards, afraid of their constituents, empowered by one of those convenient little deals with the Devil, George Soros. He hates America, so they, in turn, must hate America.  He doesn’t think there is a war on terror, so they don’t think there is a war on terror.

 

The only real devil here is George W. Bush who  had the audacity not to belly crawl  back into oblivion in November of 2000 when he rightfully won the election that he actually stole from Algore. George Bush is a monster who must be opposed, thwarted, and hated, no matter what the cause.  If it means selling our troops out to an enemy army, so be it.  If it entails selling the nation out to an ideology that demands the death of Western Civilization, it is a small price to pay.  Hatred is a wonderful thing.  It blinds the hater to everything but pure hate.  What's a world filled with brain-dead terrorists when George Bush is out there, and still President?

 

Liberals aren’t the only ones emboldened with Bush-hatred.  So are conservatives who are incapable of loyalty and have no earthly idea what the GOP is.  What we have here with this bunch of conservatives are spoiled, nasty little brats who are completely incapable of playing with others.  In order to perpetrate their own selfish little way, they hijack the memory of a very great man.  Ronald Reagan would never betray the Republican Party by threatening to run a third party candidate because the proposed GOP front-runner neither meets conservatives special minimum daily requirements of abject lip-speak and boot-licking pandering from their pathetic little minions.  

 

They are insignificant, so pathetic, and so limited in vision and courage they can contemplate defeat at the hands of a Democrat candidate who had no inclination of fighting for our nation and our civilization.  I don’t know which is worse, the Dems who want to sell us out to the enemy because they hate George W. Bush;  the  Republicans in the Senate who haven’t the courage to stand up to poll numbers; or conservatives who don’t give a flip about the fate of our nation as long as they can have a temper tantrum and their spoiled little way.

 

And so we come full circle.  One of Nancy Reagan’s closest friends was Frank Sinatra.  When I couldn’t have Go-Go boots, I was allowed to have Nancy Sinatra boots.  I leaned how to be an individual and not follow the herd.  You know, after all these years I am finally glad my mother wouldn’t let me have Go-Go boots. If other mothers has followed her example, we just might have a better world with more individuals in it who are capable of thinking on their own.