Thursday, October 13, 2005

Remission

My compulsion to blog (Brennan's Syndrome - Blogus Bovinus Wastus) has gone into remission. Enough whacks at George Bush, sufficient blasts at those who would return our schools to the Dark Ages, proper dosages of deploring the Democrat response to Republican hubris, and more than enough heartburn over the calamitous cancer of Iraq have sent the blog syndrome into temporary quiescence.

The syndrome returns with a vengeance from time to time, and I’ll alert my loyal readers when the symptoms become acute once more. For now, I’m working on other projects that demand my time.

I have no ideas how many readers I have, but more than four hundred individuals have taken the time to explore the site, and my counter registers almost three thousand hits since this electronic rag began publication. I appreciate the interest and even the occasional complaint.

It’s almost certain that no medicine on earth will be able to keep the disease at bay through the ’06 election cycle, so until then, “Goodnight and good luck!” Now that’s original!

Wild Bill

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Poor George

President Bush is down at the polls and at the mouth. Iraq, the hurricanes, Social Security and Harriet Miers have taken their toll; George has lost his Texas swagger and now bears the look of a deer in the headlights.

While he didn’t cause the hurricanes, saying that no one could have anticipated that the levees would fail in New Orleans when in fact the problem had been anticipated and studied for years certainly compounded his problems. But that was just an error.

But his greatest difficulty is with logic. From years of constantly rising in politics, he came to understand that his utterances didn’t have to make sense for him to be elected and to govern. Over the years he found that he could make the most outrageous assertions and that he wouldn’t be called on them by his base and others who supported him and that what was reported in the media and said by the opposition never slowed his quest for the top job.

He and his surrogates could spout bald faced falsities and it made little difference in his standing with the American public. Assertions that: Saddam’s Iraq had weapons of mass destruction; al Qaeda and Iraq were acting in concert; we won’t need more troops to occupy Iraq; the Iraq War is going well; we’re fighting the jihadists in Iraq so that we don’t have to face them here - yet we’ve foiled X number of plots against our cities; that private accounts would save Social Security; that Harriet Miers is the most qualified person in the country for a seat on the Supreme Court; and that Brownie is doing a heck of a job in the recovery from Rita just don’t play any longer.

How could George Bush say things that made no more sense prior to our attack on Iraq and not be penalized? But now that the sun is low in the sky on his presidency how is it that he is called for every wrong phrase? My guess is that it’s like a courtship. A fellow can croon his way into a willing heart at the beginning of a romance, but after several years of a rocky marriage, those explanations of how he came by those lipstick stains on his collar just no longer pan out.

Too many half truths and tall tales have done George in. He’s lost the trust of the people and is perceived by all but the most foolish of his true believing base to be a man whose word is not to be trusted. Can you imagine having to serve another thousand days under such a dark cloud?

Blog on!

Wild Bill

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Let George Do It!

Poor George - Iraq, Katrina, Rita, Harriet - when it rains it pours; he can’t seem to do anything right.

Iraq just won’t go away. Every couple of weeks George feels it essential to find some military unit he hasn’t spoken to about the war (finding that squad gets harder and harder) and proclaim that we’ll stay the course. The next day Democrats and even some Republicans beat him about the head and shoulders and polls are taken showing him still lower after each effort.

Katrina and Rita appear to be developing into multi-year drags and now we find out that Floridians still haven’t recovered from the hurricanes that roared through the Sunshine State last year.

Harriet, poor Harriet, she’s served George faithfully for a decade and when he decides that he’ll recommend her for an iddy biddy government job, his most loyal supporters jump on him like he’s a jackass. Why just days ago they were proclaiming that George should be able to name anybody he wants to that little sinecure. But when he does: GOTCHA!

While the Democrats are totally befuddled when it comes to any subject, at least they can count on George to stop them from self immolating. Where would they be without him?

Most of the Dems voted to support his adventure in Iraq, but he’s been a complete failure in pinning that tail on their donkey.

At least Harry Reid’s got it right about Harriet; he keeps saying nice things about her while George’s conservative base goes ballistic. It looks like the Dems are enjoying damning Harriet with faint praise which seems to set George’s buddies off again. By the time the Judiciary Committee Republicans get through beating up on Harriet, the minority members will simply join with a three or four on the other side and send her back to the White House on a platter with an apple in her mouth. “Gee whiz, if she ain’t good enough for the Republicans, who are we to support her?”

Gosh, wouldn’t it be great to be clearing brush on the ranch? How’d he ever let those boys talk him into running again? Lame duck? Golly, he can’t even waddle on one leg.

Blog on!

Wild Bill

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Evil Empire Strikes

Alright already, who’s ever heard of a baseball season ending in a tie and having the winner determined by an NFL type tiebreaker? Nobody, of course, and that includes the media, Boston Red Sox players and everyone in New England. Clearly, Red Sox Nation was shafted by Major League Baseball and its dominant franchise, the New York Yankees. America should have been treated to a game between the aged muscle-bound denizens of the Bronx and those wonderfully innocent home grown New Englanders from Fenway Park. But what kind of conspiracy would that have created?

While it will surely turn out well in the end, the clear intent of the secret rule was to assure that the Evil Empire would have every advantage in the post season. The juiced up Bronx Bombers need every edge that a $200 million dollar pumped up payroll can provide, and MLB has provided it in the form of rule obviously adopted to frustrate honest New Englanders at home and wherever the Diaspora has taken them.

While Wild Bill is confident that the Beantown locals will prevail, he finds it terribly sad that the owners of such small town franchises as Minnesota, Milwaukee and Kansas City would allow themselves to be intimidated and gulled by The Boss in picking on their fellow regional team and allowing the money boys from Wall Street to determine off the field which franchise would get all the breaks. That’s a sad commentary on Red States and honest conservatives everywhere.

While I have no doubts that my loyal readers from New York are clear eyed when it comes to the issues of Iraq, budget and trade deficits and such, it is demoralizingly sad to see their hubris when it comes to the Yankees. While the supporters of these juiced up monsters from the Bronx are able to be objective when it comes to politics and world affairs, it is awful to see their blind spots when it comes to the far more important issue of baseball and the place of their overpaid, over-muscled, slow thinking representatives from the Bronx.

It’s very sad, and I’m tempted to call for baseball to break up the Yankees but that might lead a player addicted to steroids being shipped to the Back Bay. I’ll just settle for saying it’s unfair and that it’s disappointing.

The paranoid among the Red Sox Nation are certainly reading much into the fact that the opening day pitcher for the Chicago White Sox – a team with its own post season scandal riddled past, Jose Contreras, might have been planted by The Boss to assure a less than stellar start to the BOSOX post season. Wild Bill will just say, “Noted.”

Fair Play Forever! Blog on!

Wild Bill