Snappy trails to you

Time for snowbirds to gather and get the flock out'a here. Adios, Arizona; howdy, Colorado. So, for the next few weeks or more, we'll be giving this a rest.

Award Ceremony: The Epitomite

The Epitomite,

brainless and heartless.

I am proud to announce the very first in what I anticipate to be a long series of awards collectively known as The Epitomite.

This humble statuette is presented here to those individuals who most exemplify what is wrong with the world today. Each recipient will have unabashedly demonstrated~

The Epitome

of mindless words, thoughtless deeds,

moral bankruptcy or frank sociopathy

in a leadership role.

Without further ado, I take the most sincere pleasure in awarding the very first Epitomite to:

Senator Jon Kyl

Republlcan of Arizona

Senator Kyl enjoyed a sure and certain spot on the short list of potential recipients. However, his recent performance on the floor of the U.S. Senate, blatantly lying about a non-profit health and social service organization, Planned Parenthood, attempting to paint them in the darkest colors he could invent—coupled with his brazen excuse for that lie—have capped my growing contempt for his politics. He not only epitomizes a national political trend, but is a brilliantly tarnished example of what is wrong with Republican politics, especially in Arizona.

Congratulations Senator Kyl; you have worked long and hard to deserve this award.

!

Don’t get me started: Brain dead bumpkins

First, a joke.

Corporate Interests, American Labor and Tea Party are sitting at a table when a dozen doughnuts are set before them.

Corporate Interests grabs 11 of the doughnuts, nudges Tea Party and whispers, “Watch out, Labor is stealing your doughnut.”

Barring some last-minute compromise, the federal government is set for a major shutdown tonight. Many—a subset made up of the terminally stupid and hopelessly sociopathic—think this is a fine idea. If you need an explanation about why it’s not a fine idea, then count yourself as some part of that subset; I have nothing to say that you would understand or care about.

In Washington, it’s politics as usual, meaning much too much ado about nothing. You know, it’s not government that’s the problem—it’s the lack of government. We are ruled by politics, not government. They’re not the same thing.

Many years ago, I considered running for public office. One of the more embarrassing moments of my life occurred when my boss, a smart woman I much admired, took it upon herself to introduce me to Colorado’s governor-elect as being intent on Congress. Within a few years, though, I came to realize that successful governing in this country meant being able to compromise—a quality no one has ever accused me of possessing. So I shelved those intentions and decided instead to become a curmudgeon, a role in which I have enjoyed unqualified success.

The problem is, I seem to be among the few who got the memo about that whole compromise and democracy thing. Oh, and by the way, President Obama, compromise isn't the same as giving up, either.

I have never been more disappointed in a politician than I have in Barack Obama. I had finally squelched the last embers of any hope that I might have had in our political system, much to my relief, when Mr. Obama went and rekindled them. And then snuffed them out again, all by himself.

I was looking forward to voting for someone else—anyone else—in the next presidential cycle as retaliation for his chicanery and empty promises. I was confident he would fall in oh-so-sweet and ignominious defeat. But now those block-headed, brain-dead, history-ignorant, bustle-mouthed, brack-fingled, brimbonnet Tea Party freshman in Congress are doing all that they possibly can to see that Mr. Obama is re-elected.

I may have to take the advice of my imaginary (but copyright protected) bumper sticker: DON’T BLAME ME—I DIDN’T VOTE!

!