Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Who Lets Him Out?

For everybody who voted Carter for President: Were you sniffing glue that day? Did your hand slip? Demonic possession, perhaps? Or were you momentarily distracted by something shiny? Seriously. I want answers.

The detestable old gasbag with the pinned-pupil thousand-yard Thorazine stare actually said this out loud:
"When I go to a dictatorship, I only have to talk to one person and that's
the dictator, because he speaks for all the people. But in a democracy like
Israel, there is a wide range of opinions and that counterbalances the
disappointment that I have in not meeting with the people shaping Israeli power
now in the government."

He prefers dictatorships because they're more convenient. He only has to talk to the one guy. None of this futzing around pretending to care what the people think; a dictator will tell you what they think. It's right there in the job title.

I can see that. An old guy like him needs his naps, and unpredictable travel schedules can be colonically binding.

Going to a democracy is such a darn chore. All those people and their opinions. No wonder they never get anything done. Plus, nobody seems to be in charge of validating Jimmy's personhood. He won the Nobel, for crying out loud. Little-d democrats care not a fig for the guy who used to hold the job. Not like in a nice, old-fashioned dictatorship. They know how to show respect. All their former leaders have beautiful memorials.

Jimmy Carter is the Norma Desmond of American politics. Why are we paying for this man to have Secret Service protection when we ought to have protection from him?