Perhaps in honor of the anniversary of the Eisenhower
Interstate Highway System, I should sport my I Like Ike button
except I have no idea what anniversary it might be and I don’t have a button,
just this picture of one (Cue Ringo).
After all, the only other thing we might commemorate is
the failure of John Foster Dulles’ strategy to isolate and punish Cuba for
choosing a form of government JF’s boss, the aforementioned father of the
interstate, disapproved.
And the band played on or it did until this past
Wednesday when the Worst. Marxist. Muslim. Kenyan. Communist. President. Ever. re-wrote American (and world) history.
It was a
pretty safe gamble, actually, since most of the people in this country who care
anything at all about any kind of history are in the White House while those
who think history has something to do with clearing your web browser so your spouse doesn’t
find the porn sites are in the Senate.
Poor Putin. Left at the altar as Fidel and Raoul bolt from
the crash landing of the Crimea Caper. Between the international sanctions and
the bottom dropping out of the barrel price of oil, Vlad the Impaler might want
to reconsider the shirtless he-man look. Every time I see that Horseback Mountain
picture, I think he’s auditioning for this
guy’s job.
Nope. As it happens, it took us fifty-five or so years to
bridge 90 miles of water and to stop punishing a lot of people who had no role in what
precipitated the punishment in the first place, assuming they were, in fact,
even on earth when it began.
For some, home for the holidays just took on a
deeper and far more personal meaning. Meanwhile for others, it’s time to reach for
the wipes and clean the fan blades.
-bill kenny 
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