Weiner Calls Out Boehner - Embrace It!

At the Presidential Introduction of Energy Secretary, Steven Chew, who - by O's admission - actually deserved his Nobel Prize followed by (what Willie Geist called a Beavis & Butthead laugh) an extended heh, heh, heh....much like our own Betty Jean does at particularly skewering "jokes," I couldn't ignore the demonstration of Essential Obama.  To Ms. Mag, I would offer an update:  "THIS IS WHAT A GENTLEMAN'S "C" LOOKS LIKE."  In that self-amused Window, I saw the Maynard G. Krebbs of the business of the world:  "WORK!" is simply not on his agenda, and to go into one's garage on weekends to "tinker" with ways to extract natural gas is - by the President's expression, one would infer - laughable.... beyond his capacity to relate... just the kind of kookie thing that wins one - legitimately - a Nobel Prize.  In the College Crowd adoration mode we like to call Campaign, the Candidate resumes his "put down" Mean Girls schtick that wins him insecure minions readily wound up and manipulated like emotional missiles.  Privledged Preppie who, no matter how elevated his own status remained in comparison to the rest of us, could always find rationale to whine about how he suffered humiliation at the hands of his other bitchy teen-age classmates.  No; Barrie wasn't a victim of racism by White America.  He was the typical adolescent cry baby "picked on" by the kids in his school who's families were richer than Madelyn Lee Dunham and weren't Hawaiian.  How he extrapolate that "Every Kid" gawky growing up experiene into a Crusade of "I'm Half Black: I'm Collecting What's Due Me, You're standing on the spot I want: get out of my way!" may be crystallized in that demeanor he adopts when he takes the stage to "level with his peeps."

This is a comedian.  He takes his "room" with him and ridicules anybody who, by comparison, comes off looking even slightly serious about getting answers, results, "the Job Done."  Getting the JOB is the Goal, Dumbed-Down Affirmative Action Hookies.  Getting it DONE is above my pay grade.

So, the Geist-Meister moves onto the next most amazing clip-of-the-week at the Congressional Correspondants' Dinner, Anthony Weiner addresses his name.  "Vote for Weiner; He'll Be Frank."  And Vote For Weiner; He's On A Roll."  and "Really, like, who Is Boehner fooling? ... What am I,... like, ...Anthony WAY-ner?"  Embrace It, Brother!   Are they admitting they're all just a bunch of dicks? 

Is this the inevitable result of their "Beat The Girl" attitude that led them to hate working with Women?  I GET it!  Women, as Betty Jean self-imposed sabbatical to accept suggests, are notoriously difficult to work with.  I've always felt it was due to their house-bound, narrow worldly, children-consumed duties that we are so crammed into a canyon with little flexibility and too many rules.  But at the end of the day, WE KNOW we can do this job better than the hacker in chief, and We are the Ones We've Been Waiting For!  I know the attitude.  From any comedian's point of view, actions that appear stupid are quite differently viewed when you're facing down bloody noses, household finances and a spouse M.I.A. during March Madness.

Regarding Over-Exposure

Reconciliation follows making asses of ourselves.

The media’s job of the moment is to work through the serious departure from their purpose to show their bloopers.

Seeing themselves, all glammed up with the trappings of the majors, they recognize what a waste of resources it is to sustain them.

High Maintenance: best reserved for the Paris Hiltons and Saddam Husseins of the world. Their presence is poison. Their free rides at the country’s expense constitute parodies as News People Gone Wild.

No longer satisfied with the catbird seat at conventions and media events, their voracious greed for face time (to the mutual benefit of the reporter AND his network) feeds on the same status gratis used by Don Rumsfeld and Dick Cheyney: Cash Cow Taxpayer - huh?

A limmerick from an old professor, (Don) Joe Francis, Lit Bomb:

There was a young lad from Saint Johns,
... Had a penchant for buggering swans,
The obliging Head Porter said:
“Please! Take my daughter...,
…the swans are reserved for the dons.”

To fully appreciate, you had to hear it with the English accent. Standing 'round the tap at the Golden Eagle, we rattled our own rib cages with the hilarity of folks who take themselves seriously.

Evil exists in the world for comparitive purposes only. If we couldn't see how bad we can be, we'd hardly be motivated to improve. To those with too much to lose, VALUES must be re-evaluated.

Are the designer shoes, photo-ops over NYC and showing off success really getting the attention of those you hope to woo? Are they, perhaps, showing too much skin, showing such little respect for themselves that piranha like Rahm Emanuel and David Axelrod feast on them?

When the "compromising" footage of them is viewed through the prism of their self-determined destruction, they'll have true authority to evaluate the job they and their OOA (Object of Attention)have done.