Dancing With the Candidates

As with every other addiction, it takes larger and larger doses to satisfy their craving. So whether they start out as mayors, state legislators, congressmen or senators, inevitably they aspire to the biggest high of all -- the presidency. In the past, people who thought they were Napoleon were deemed insane, and then institutionalized and treated for their delusion. But these days, when a nonentity such as Ron Paul claims he is presidential timber, we find millions of people prepared to vote for him.

Frankly, I find the desire to be commander in chief as weird as the desire some people have to snort cocaine or shoot heroin into their arms. I mean, just look at George Bush. I believe he’s a decent man trying his level best, for the most part, to do the right thing, but every day he wakes up to find himself vilified. People equate him with Hitler, insist he’s unconcerned about young Americans dying in Iraq, claim he’s only interested in propping up the price of Halliburton stock and, for good measure, is Dick Cheney’s puppet. All things concerned, the amazing thing isn’t that the man’s approval rate hovers around 30%, but that it’s even in double figures, seeing as how the MSM mugs him on a regular basis.

If I were president, I would happily let the opposition party control the House and the Senate so long as I had CNN, the three major networks, the New York Times and the Washington Post in my hip pocket. One merely has to compare the popular perception of George Bush with that of Bill Clinton, Al Gore and Jimmy Carter, to see where the real power rests in America.

In 2008, I will continue to avoid all the political preening on TV. Then, come November, I will vote for whichever Republican ultimately gets nominated. That’s because I believe that Hillary Clinton, John Edwards and Barack Obama, all exemplify why the jackass is the appropriate symbol of the Democratic party.