The Newt Gingrich and Mitt Romney Show

Yep, that's me - Out of It

Missed me?  I've been gone for a few days.  I usually blog everyday but I've been off track the past few days.  If I stay away too long then I tend not to blog at all so I'm forcing myself to post at least something today.

I have many blog posting subjects twirling (thanks Herman Cain for the resuscitation of the word "twirling") in my head but I don't feel well enough to give them their proper due feeling like I do today.  I think my rant against Comcast a few days ago pretty much drained me (not stop that!)

For the past three weeks I've been fighting a cold.  The worst of it was last week.  I think it is gone only to wake up in the morning with a big frog in my throat and feeling the blahs.  I have been entertained somewhat by the Republican Clown Show in South Carolina.  I'm loving seeing Mitt "Mittens" Romeny squirm and twist about releasing his tax returns, which I am sure will show he is PAYING NOTHING!

I'm not a Newt Gringrich fan but I did like him handing Jon King of CNN his head when King opened up the GOP debate with a question about Gringrich's open marriage with his second wife (like there is something THE MATTER with an open marriage?)  Hey, there is nothing like a Scorned Woman and a self important pompous ass for a good show.  And, I'm not one of these right wing nuts who hates anything about The Media (I watch MSNBC ALL THE TIME "for Pete's sake") but I don't' like Jon King, he of the  big head and little stumpy body who thinks all his questions are history making.  Jon Kin walked right into the Newtser Shredder and I loved it!




Now I'm on a roll.  What's the deal with Romney not releasing his tax returns?  I know what it is, he isn't paying taxes!  I am certain of it.  And while we're on the Romney subject, what's the deal with NONE of his FIVE sons ever serving a DAY in the military?  Five big strapping dudes and NOT ONE OF THEM SERVED A DAY IN THE MILITARY?  Romney was asked about that last year and he gave one of his patented Romney Answers "Well, they help me on my campaign which is the SAME THING."  NO IT'S NOT MITT!  Are you kidding?  This is the problem with Mittens.  He honestly thinks it IS THE SAME THING.

The Romney Clan - Not one son served in the military.  What?  Are they too good?

Continuing my roll with my Romney Rant, what the deal with strapping his Irish Setter (Seamus) on the ROOF OF HIS CAR while the Romney Clan made their annual 12-hour trek to Canada some years ago?  For Pete's sake, the dog shit himself (it dribbled down the back window of their van, Romney pulled over to a gas station and hosed Seamus down and put him right back up on the roof of their car), and yet Romney says "He enjoyed himself."  How does Romney know what that dog was thinking?



Hey, now I'm back in the groove now!  I'm gonna end this rant and check out the results of the South Carolina Primary.  I'm in the mood to see the Newtser win this thing and make the Republican presidential race really interesting.  Go ahead and admit it, wouldn't you like to see Obama and Newt debate?

Clown Show

East Ward Elementary School cast of "The Scarecrow" - a class operetta 1953

No, these aren't the clowns in the latest Republican Presidential Debate. That would be them below:

GOP Clowns (i.e., presidential candidates) gather for a debate last night in Iowa

No folks, the first picture is of me (I'm in the back on the far right with the GOOD clown makeup - check out those lips) and my classmates from fifth and sixth grade.  We attended the East Ward Elementary School in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.  The year was 1953.

Funny thing, there is so much that I have forgotten over the years but I remember the preparation for this operetta so clearly.  At lest some parts of it.  As a young kid, craving attention like most my age, I was thrilled to be asked if I would be willing to be made up as a scarecrow to appear in the class operetta. THRILLED!  I was SO happy.  Check out that big Joker (i.e., Batman) smile spread across my young, flawless cherubic cheeks.

We had to supply our own costumes.  I went home and asked my Mom if we had any old clothes that a scarecrow would wear.  She said I was wearing it already.  Oh yes, we were poor.  In fact we were so poor (here it come folks), we DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WE WERE POOR.  So anyway, I already had my "costume" which was an old plaid shirt with the elbows worn out and an old pair of jeans.  All I needed was a straw hat.  I don't remember where that came from, probably someone else supplied it.  I wasn't into hat too much at that time of my life.  My "hat" phase came when I went into the Army, and continues to this day.

I don't remember what we did in the play.  Maybe my friend Larry remembers.  He is the scarecrow on the other end in the back.  He's usually pretty good at remembering details.  We're friends to this day.  When he reads this blog he'll tell me and I'll update you.  But one thing that I do remember is the SMELL OF THE GREASPAINT!  I lOVED IT!    I really think I missed my Calling.  I SHOULD HAVE BEEN AN ACTOR!  I have all the necessary ingredients:

• I love attention
• I have a huge ego
• I'm in love with myself
• I'm goodlooking
• I have personality to spare
• I'm humble 
• I never tire of looking at myself

So there, I have all the necessary qualifications.  What happened?  Well, I guess my life took a detour and here I am old, gray and aching and wondering whatever happened to my budding acting career that was nipped in the bud.  

I know, maybe I should have been a politician.  But then again, that wouldn't have worked out either.  You see, I have slight problem....I cannot lie.