[This is a guest post by my friend William Kendall. Mr. Kendall is not only an excellent writer, but is on top of all things political (in Canada and the U.S.) and has a great sense of humor. He has graciously consented to allow me to use this essay. You can find more of what Mr. Kendall is up to on his blogs, Ottawa Daily Photo, and Speak of the Devil.]
Today I
have something entirely different. Dick Cheney might want to have me
come over for a hunting weekend after this. And we all know how hunting
weekends turn up at Chez Cheney.
Insane Candidates Join The Fray; Comedians Everywhere Rejoice
St.
Louis (AP) A crowded Republican list of candidates for the 2016
Presidential election just got more crowded. With frontline candidates
such as Jeb Bush, Rand Paul, Ted Cruz, Rick Santorum, and Rick Perry,
and a slew of fringe candidates that include the egomaniacal bankruptcy
prone casino developer Donald Trump already announcing their run at the
Oval Office or expected to announce soon, two other Tea Party favourites
have announced their joint run at the Presidency in this Mid-Western
city yesterday.
Tea
Party faithful were gathered at the America’s Center complex, along
with media and staffers for the announcement. A flurry of faded
politicians, hard right commentators, and washed up musicians were in
attendance. Donald Rumsfeld, Pat Buchanan, John Ashcroft, Karl Rove,
Herman Cain, Ari Fleischer, Newt Gingrich, Glenn Beck, Ann Coulter, Rush
Limbaugh, and the urn containing the ashes of the late and not lamented
right wing blogger Andrew Breitbart were among the most notable. Rocker
and deranged lunatic Ted Nugent and country singer Toby Keith provided
the entertainment and made veiled threats about anyone prying their guns
from their cold dead hands. Nugent went on to repeat his oft mentioned
question about why he wasn’t dead or in jail all this time after the
previous election, given his remarks about the President, and rambled on
and on, leaving one to wonder if he was drunk.
Then
it was time for the big announcement. That announcement, of course,
would come after Limbaugh, Coulter, Rumsfeld, Cain, Gingrich, and forty
seven people from the lives and backgrounds of the two candidates made
rambling and glowing tributes to both of them. As to which of the two
would be the actual candidate was another matter. Finally after Keith
finished performing ‘Courtesy of the Red, White, And Blue’, the singer
made the announcement the Tea Party faithful and the Fox News reporters
had been dying to hear. Those of us who are actual reporters had been
rolling our eyes for at least two hours, wondering why the Republican
party couldn’t field candidates who weren’t clinically insane or viewing
the world with a mindset sixty years behind the times.
“Ladies
and gentlemen! Hard workin’ Americans!” Keith bellowed, smiling like
the cat that ate the canary. “Here they are, your next President and
Vice President... and they’ll explain how they’re going to get around
that all by themselves, they’re going to take the country back and put
the boot in the ass to all those liberal commie haters who can’t stand
eatin’ good ol’ American style steak, ladies and gentlemen.... Sarah
Palin and Michelle Bachmann!”
Palin
and Bachmann came out on stage, flashing the same vacant, slightly
demented smiles they’re known for, accompanied by husbands and children,
all of whom stood behind them on the stage. “Hello, America!” Palin
called out, waving.
“Thanks for coming to our coming out!” Bachmann added. “Not that kind of coming out, mind you, the good kind!”
“You
betcha!” Palin said with a grin confirming she wasn’t playing with more
than a pair of twos, a three of spades, a ten of clubs, and one jack.
The rest of the proverbial deck of cards that constituted her brain was
long gone. “Gosh, golly, there are a lot of candidates out there for the
Republican nomination in 2016, but when it comes down to it, the only
way we’re goin’ to get those Dumbocrats outta the White House and
Congress and every state house is if the two of us lead the way!”
Bachmann
nodded. “So we’re gonna be President and Vice President! Or
Co-Presidents to be more exact. Palin and Bachmann! Bachmann and Palin!”
Palin
smiled again. “And we’re a team! So we’re gonna do things as a team.
For instance, one day I’ll be the one in the Oval Office makin’ the big
decisions and the next day Michele’s gonna be President for the day, and
so on and so on. Presidents in turn!”
Aside
from Tea Party faithful and Fox reporters, who broke out into gleeful
applause, real reporters rolled their eyes and groaned. Did neither of
these halfwits understand the basic concepts of the Constitution and
division of executive powers? A Reuters correspondent spoke up. “You do
realize the Constitution might have something to say about that kind of
arrangement.”
Palin shrugged. “The Constitution? Who cares about the Constitution?”
Bachmann
nodded. “Yeah, we’re goin’ to have it burned after we impose martial
law and name ourselves Presidents For Life anyway.”
Palin looked confused. “Did we just think that, or say that out loud?”
“I
don’t know,” Bachmann replied. She laughed in her typically demented
way. “Look, what’s important is takin’ this country back from those
godless latte slurpin’ commie liberals gettin’ in our way. And we gotta
set this country back to the way things oughtta be, isn’t that right,
Rush?” Limbaugh nodded enthusiastically. “That means Republicans in
charge of everything, opposition destroyed, liberals caged up in super
prisons if they so much as look at us funny....”
“You do realize you just said that out loud, right?” this reporter called out.
Bachmann frowned. “What’s your name? You’re goin’ on the enemy list!”
Palin smiled, shrugged, and remarked, “what do you expect from the lamestream media? You know, you don’t like America, Mr. Fancy Pants Reporter, why don’t you go to Russia? You can see it from my house, if you squint real hard. America’s ours, a God fearin’, butt kickin’, beer drinkin’ steak and eggs apple pie gosh golly country that’s the greatest country on Earth! Everybody else eats our dust!”
Bachmann
carried on. “This is our vision for America: a country full of freedom
and fire and brimstone preachin’ and Mom’s apple pie, and the right to
bear arms bein’ the only part of the Constitution we’ll keep, and Ronald
Reagan statues in every town, and marriage being only between a man and a woman, and sex only being after marriage for the purpose of havin’ babies, with all the
lights turned off. And Alan Jackson and Toby Keith and Ted Nugent
tourin’ the country performin’ and keepin’ the dream alive. And no more
Obamacare and lots of tax cuts for our corporate buddies and beer all
around. And the Dixie Chicks in a concentration camp for ever darin' to insult a Republican president, am I right, Toby?”
Toby Keith stood up and applauded. “You sure are! I hate those Dixie Chicks!”
Bachmann laughed. “And while we’re at it, we gotta bring the rest of the world to heel, right, Sarah?”
Palin
nodded. “Absolutely. That means takin’ down that Putin guy once and for
all, and droppin’ some nukes on South Korea, and while we’re at it, a
few nukes all over the Middle East. Get rid of those Iraqi Anwar Sadat
fans once and for all.” This reporter shook his head- did this woman
even know when she was making factual errors?
Bachmann continued. “What the world needs to know is that we’re in charge. That means respectin’ us and doin’ what we say or pay the price.”
The fact that she said that with her usual vacant smile made the
expression all the more disturbing. “That also includes gettin’ even
with that Mountie who came down here a few months ago and beat up a few
thousand of Rush’s supporters.” Limbaugh was nodding enthusiastically at
this point. “No one makes
Dittoheads bleed and cry and gets away with it! Canada, either you give
us that Metallica drummin’ Mountie so we can have him drawn and
quartered, or we drop nukes on you!”
Palin
nodded. “Gosh golly, when we’re through, those godless liberal commie
fascists won’t recognize the land of the red, white, and blue!” This
reporter sighed in dismay, expecting that the difference between
communism and fascism was too complicated for the mind of Sarah Palin.
“Michele and me, we’re gonna take this country in the right direction,
and we’re gonna be the most benevolent overlord rulers of any country
everywhere! We’re gonna get back to the basics, and that means steppin’
up and doin’ what we say, and that means you, Levi Johnston! Time to man up and
marry Bristol, you punk! And sure enough, give those commie liberals
enough time and they’ll come around to see things our way. Or we can
just toss ‘em all into some concentration camp with the Dixie Chicks and
the gays and the peace activists and the Supreme Court and the holdout Dumbocrats."
Michele smiled in that delirious way of hers. “God help America.... I mean, God bless America! Remember, in 2016, vote Palin and Bachmann!”
“Or Bachmann and Palin!” Palin added. “Vote for us! You can trust us! I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”
The two left the stage to the sound of Toby Keith and Ted Nugent jamming in a strange rendition of God Bless America. As
to the question of what was the worst that could happen, this reporter
was envisioning nuclear holocaust. Granted, what were the chances? Who
in their right minds would even vote for this pair of dolts?
GOP
party bosses were horrified at the prospect of Palin and Bachmann
running for the nomination. The Koch brothers were busy hedging their
bets, wondering how much bribe money would be needed to control them.
This reporter wondered if the Koch brothers ever thought they’d be
spending less money just paying taxes than blowing it on political
manipulation. And up in Canada, RCMP Inspector Lars Ulrich was
cautiously approached by other reporters, who informed him of the demand
by the Palin/ Bachmann team. “Drawn and quartered?” he asked, smiling
in a strange way. “Well, they’re welcome to try.”
Late
night comedians were ecstatic at the thought of a Palin/Bachmann run at
the nomination and the sheer possibility of ways they could work this
into monologues. “However long this campaign lasts,” Conan O’Brien told
reporters, “we’ll have plenty of material to use for years.”
Stephen Colbert, due to take over David Letterman’s old spot on the Late Show in
September, mused on getting an early start to take advantage of the
full comic possibilities that a Palin/ Bachmann ticket presented. And
Jon Stewart, host of The Daily Show, soon to move on, was stunned to hear the news. He told reporters, “They choose now to run for the nomination? This is a dream come true. I wonder if it’s too late to change my mind.”
