Sunday, December 4, 2011

I Wish Monkeys Could Skype

That shuddering you thought you felt yesterday afternoon was as real as you wanted it to be as Herman Cain stepped off the stage in Georgia live at the ADD Theatre, a leisure time activity of the Republican National Committee. From the same people who brought you a half dozen or so folks whose existence you've already forgotten, but who wanted to be President, we can add another name to the wall ('the rent is too damn high'? Seriously? Caveat emptor).

It's said Will Rogers never met a man he didn't like and in recent weeks it appeared Cain had never met a woman he didn't grope but I must have it wrong, since no less an expert on the Cain campaign, Herm Himself, sees the real victim in all the media murmuring and if it just so happens to look a lot like the former CEO of Godfather's Pizza, well, isn't that amazing?

You might think “(b)ecause of the continued distractions, the continued hurt caused on me and my family, not because we are not fighters. Not because I’m not a fighter” smells like bovine excrement, but I think Herm's a cad who saw no reason to apologize to anyone least of all to his own wife who now becomes a punchline in ways her husband the headline, could have never imagined.

How'd you like to be these folks today? Sure hope they were renting that server by the month though they probably wish it were by the week and, in light of Herm's behavior, it would have been more appropriate had it been by the hour. Talk about adding new meaning to Rock You Like Herman Cain. Bet The Scorpions are heaving a sigh of relief today. (When I say "übertreiben" you say 'over the top', sorta like Herm.)

Yeah, I'm being catty and caustic but make no mistake-people's lives were damaged and perhaps permanently ruined and the precipitant in the whole misadventure is more likely than not to not have a mark on him when this is all over. Cain will pout like petulant child and play the martyr card while the woman he pledged his love to forty-three years ago is left to stand on the stage as the curtain comes down around her and the world shrugs. Nachos and hogwash, indeed.
-bill kenny

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