Recently, I invited my email subscribers to respond to my writings:
“…I read the political stuff with pleasure also but do think our President is the President, not the “President”. No matter the circumstances of his election or how reactionary or even dumb he might me, his position deserves respect.”
As corny as this may sound, I consider myself a patriot. I am a strong believer in our democratic institutions, and I understand the importance of respecting the office, even if I disagree with the officeholder. I also think that one of the pillars of our democracy is the necessity to make fun of the guy at the top. With Clinton, it hurt too much because I genuinely liked the guy and supported (many of) his policies … even as I wanted to take him behind the woodshed and slap him around a bit.
Bill Clinton always reminded me of the drunk uncle: he’s family, so we love him, but he embarrasses the hell out of us at Sunday dinner.
“Dubya”, on the other hand, reminds me of too many bosses that I’ve had. You may love the company that you work for, but you know the dummy at the top got his job only because he’s the son of the president.
Too harsh? Probably. But sometimes, the only way to get through the work day is to make fun of the management.
“…It is just too easy to bash a large establishment without adding constructive points. The negativism, no matter what side of the fence you are on, starts sounding a lot like Rush after a while.”
Ouch!
After eight years of “dittoheads” slavering over President Clinton from Day One, I agree that it is time for a little urbane wit. I do try to be constructive in my criticisms, though I have trouble resisting the occasional sarcastic broadside.
But, please … Rush??? That gasbag does nothing but harangue his subjects and stupefy his listeners.
I, on the other hand, cater to a select crowd that appreciates refined witticisms and sophisticated bon-mots…