I was going to post this as a comment to a post over at ScreaminRemo's private AOL journal, but then thought to myself, "Self, that's enough for a standalone post at the Snooze." I'd post a copy of Remo's entry here, but then his Republican Overlords of Death, er, Officer of the Day, would find out just what a subversive he is and his days in the Pleasantville P.D. would be even fewer numbered than they are. Anyway, here I go:
Apropos of nothing, I watched the Prez do his thing today for about 10 minutes viz. the immigration reform bill. As you may recall, I am somewhere to the right of you on many things, Remo. But, when it comes to Bush and his toadies, I have less regard for him than for your "ants".
Watching him today doing his shuck and jive was excruciatingly painful. Then it came to me. I am reminded of nothing so much as a moderate functioning Asperger's Syndrome patient. Well intentioned, well rehearsed, functionally literate but hasn't a clue as to what he is saying or it's impact on his audience. He truly is a puppet of the machine ... well, a (fortunately) small part of the machine.
There is something just "not right" about the man. In an earlier, more primitive society, George and Barbara would have left him along side of the trail to wait for 'the last wagon to catch up' when they knew they were the tail end of the line all along. Know what I mean?
It is the President's "otherness" that puts me off. The very real suspicion that he's just "faking it". I know it is considered small-minded to think this way, but I'd shoot the man before I'd let him marry my daughter. For the good of the race.
And in Texas, "just because he needed killin'" is an affirmative defense.