Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Post Mortem

I am not really in a mood to write something pithy and original, but that doesn't mean others haven't. While doing my morning reading, starting off with Baron Bodissey and Dymphna at Gates of Vienna, I discovered Doug Powers:

President Obama: ‘Hope’ is Found, Now What?

We’ve all heard about hope being lost, but what happens when “hope” is found? Like the age-old question, “What does the dog do when it catches the car?” we’re about to find out what happens when “hope” gets the go-ahead for construction — or destruction, depending on which side of the financial wrecking ball you’re on.

Having won the White House and a large congressional majority, the Democrats are in the midst of a huge celebration, so it will be quite a while before liberals will realize something: When their Shangri-La, pie-in-the-sky socialist grand visions tank, and they will, there will be nobody left to blame. But they’ll blame somebody else anyway — because people who like to “spread the wealth around” like to “spread the blame around” even more.

We will soon have the most leftist President ever, and arguably the most liberal Congress ever. But the real blame for this mess lies with… Republicans. The GOP nominated the weakest possible candidate who’s been tied to more liberals than a life vest on the Mya. I don’t buy the use of George W. Bush as a scapegoat for McCain’s loss. McCain’s loss is due to the fact that McCain was the nominee. Anything else is a weak excuse from a party that isn’t learning its lesson.

In February I called John McCain “the next Bob Dole.” Unfortunately that has come to fruition, minus the pen. Will Republicans ever learn their lesson? I doubt it — if we were that astute, we wouldn’t have nominated “the next Bob Dole” just twelve years after we nominated the first Bob Dole.

All I can say before heading off to bed tonight is this: Joe the Plumber, enjoy your extensive audit.

Update: Republican Consultant Alex Castellanos summed it up last night: “If Republicans can’t beat a lunatic like Al Franken we’re in bad shape.”

Republicans had better do some soul-searching, and fast. The Party isn’t not over yet, but the punch bowl certainly has been pooped in.

And his analysis about the economy to come:

Obama’s leaky plumbing

Barack Obama discovers a leak under his sink, so he calls Joe the Plumber to come and fix it.

Joe drives to Obama’s house, which is located in a very nice neighborhood and where it’s clear that all the residents make more than $250,000 per year.

Joe arrives and takes his tools into the house. Joe is led to the room that contains the leaky pipe under a sink. Joe assesses the problem and tells Obama, who is standing near the door, that it’s an easy repair that will take less than 10 minutes.

Obama asks Joe how much it will cost.

Joe immediately says, "$9,500."

$9,500?" Obama asks, stunned. "But you said it’s an easy repair!"

"Yes, but what I do is charge a lot more to my clients who make more than $250,000 per year so I can fix the plumbing of everybody who makes less than that for free," explains Joe. "It’s always been my philosophy. As a matter of fact, I lobbied government to pass this philosophy as law, and it did pass earlier this year, so now all plumbers have to do business this way. It’s known as ‘Joe’s Fair Plumbing Act of 2008.’ Surprised you haven’t heard of it, senator."

In spite of that, Obama tells Joe there’s no way he’s paying that much for a small plumbing repair, so Joe leaves.

Obama spends the next hour flipping through the phone book looking for another plumber, but he finds that all other plumbing businesses listed have gone out of business. Not wanting to pay Joe’s price, Obama does nothing.

The leak under Obama’s sink goes unrepaired for the next several days.

A week later the leak is so bad that Obama has had to put a bucket under the sink. The bucket fills up quickly and has to be emptied every hour, and there’s a risk that the room will flood, so Obama calls Joe and pleads with him to return.

Joe goes back to Obama’s house, looks at the leaky pipe, and says "Let’s see - this will cost you about $21,000."

"A few days ago you told me it would cost $9,500!" Obama quickly fires back.

Joe explains the reason for the dramatic increase. "Well, because of the ‘Joe’s Fair Plumbing Act,’ a lot of rich people are learning how to fix their own plumbing, so there are fewer of you paying for all the free plumbing I’m doing for the people who make less than $250,000. As a result, the rate I have to charge my wealthy paying customers rises every day.

"Not only that, but for some reason the demand for plumbing work from the group of people who get it for free has skyrocketed, and there’s a long waiting list of those who need repairs. This has put a lot of my fellow plumbers out of business, and they’re not being replaced - nobody is going into the plumbing business because they know they won’t make any money. I’m hurting now too - all thanks to greedy rich people like you who won’t pay their fair share."

Obama tries to straighten out the plumber: "Of course you’re hurting, Joe! Don’t you get it? If all the rich people learn how to fix their own plumbing and you refuse to charge the poorer people for your services, you’ll be broke, and then what will you do?"

Joe immediately replies, "Run for president, apparently."

What Would Betty Davis Say?

Bumpy, indeed!


  1. That plumber picture reminds me of a Heironymous Bosch painting. Love that "All About Eve" clip. You and I share the same passion for art, movies, and food it seams. I'm making a batch of gnocci with pesto and pine nuts this evening: I need comfort food. Please, please, please keep your posts coming. We need them now more than ever!

  2. We are truly cut from a very similar bolt of cloth! You, Sea Nymph and myself could be soul-triplets! Tonight I am making a penne rigate with spaghetti sauce, roasted red peppers, sweet Italian sausage, black olives and pepperoni. It will be like a pasta pizza. Smothered with luxurious asiago, parmesan, mozzarella and provolone, with a generous spanking of oregano and basil. Sopped up with a hot crusty Italian loaf dipped in pesto, first. I wish I could drink a nice pinot grigio with it, but teh keeds, teh keeds!
    (Haid could be the older brother who stops by when it just happens to be suppertime!;)

  3. And thank you, Lynndeepoo for the kind words about my comments. It will surely be an inspiring 4 years.

  4. I made homemade spagetti sauce like my MIL used to make. I felt the need for comfort food too. Only I was calling it Celebration Spagetti all day, trying to keep my hopes up.

    Today....after all this all Im doing is defending my right to feel sad about who did win. It seems those who want the Big O ...drank tons of Kool-aid too. They see no reason why I should be sad or angry or even unhappy about this. On top of that they call me a racist and a hater because of MY choice. I am neither. But then I guess Kool-aid does that to you.

    They will party till Jan. I will remove infidels from my pages and life will go on. However once they get him in Office......who will they have to blame now when it all goes south? I hope they love to pay taxes......cuz all of us will be paying more and sadly they are too damn stupid to see it. Damn the Kool-aid!

  5. The honeymoon will be short, ladies. I am not going to be the one to say I told you so, but I will be one of the many who will be saying, I told you so. What will be worse, and this is what I fear: Those kinds of punitive laws enacted against people with the wrong kinds of opinions. The press will be complicit in its own demise. They may or may not be able to shut up the blogs and talk radio, but what really makes me sad and outraged, is that so many people will be eager to spy on their neighbors and friends. What has kept our democracy alive is Sunlight, and take that away, there will be no hope. So ladies, brace yourselves, fasten your seat belts. It is going to be a long and bumpy night.

  6. All I know is, I'm eating takeout while all you babes have been eating my favorite foods. Especially, the pesto. I already told you, Jewel, about the pesto I used to make in the eighties when bags of basil, several varieties, were available from a friend's garden.

    Anyway, I enjoyed the Joe the Plumber story.

    'Cept it's not funny.

    I agree with Betty Davis.

  7. Sadly they will not see just what the big O is doing. They will just blame it on Bush. Which reminds me,I need to go gun shopping while I still can.

  8. Shoot me something big and tasty. I know cow is probably not in season, but I fancy a burger with cheese, if you don't mind!


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