Neanderpundit

Is there a single human being that can honestly utter those words?

Who is it that likes this man?

In the John LeCarre books you get a bit of a glimpse, now and then, of what the British upper class are like- the sense of entitlement is baffling, none of them can do a damned thing, certainly not any better than some poor schmuck who went to school in the meanest district. Its easier to understand why so many vote labour,just to get rid of the idiots- but they always manage to find a way to keep on keeping on.

Romney is and always will be a member of that class. Whatever you have to say about George Bush (either) or Ron Reagan, the fact remains that they were capable of getting their hands dirty, and the pictures of them clearing brush or feeding animals werent’ photo ops, they were just pictures of their everyday lives. I will always have a mistrust of anyone who doesn’t have a habit of getting their hands dirty once in a while.

While we’re on this subject, a couple days back commenter Tony suggestes he was thinking about running for office, and I hope he does not. he doesnt’ have (Based on my admittedly brief discourse with him) the qualities I like in a candidate, and that set me to thinking, what were those qualities?

Well, to start with, a perfect presidential candidate would already have a decent job, or business, and leaving that job or business would be a hardship to it and him.

He’d be cynical, suspicious, and you’d have to earn his trust, and it would be hard to earn his trust.

He’d despise the politics of personal destruction and he’d be snarky enough to smack down the press when they started down that road.

Once he got elected he’d concentrate on a very few specific matters, like national security, the national debt, and energy policy. He might not resolve those issues, but in his term he would take the power to resolve those issues from the burocracy and place it in the hands of the people so they could do so long after he’d gone.

he would not be afraid to use the power of the military to wipe out an entire foreign city to let our enemies abroad know that we will have none of their nonsense.

He would keep his nose out of issues like Abortion, Marriage, Medicine, the environment, education, and finance. He will try to see that other people do that too.

It would be nice if he had a huge battleaxe and could cleave the stupid in twain, but that’s probably hoping for too much.

Anyway, nobody remotely like this will ever be elected, we’re gonna be stuck with the likes of Romney, Newt, Santorum, and My Favorite Martian forever.

I try very hard not to jam my face in an area where my nether regions have been.

Which is why I approached my wobbly toilet with some trepidation. The goofy bastards make the screws out of brass, so there’s an inevitable dielectric corrosion that occurs

So last night I confronted the receptacle of Oggian Evil, and ripped it from the floor. What followed wasn’t even remotely pretty. Thankfully I managed to get it done before I needed it again. The wife and daughter did their thing prior, but I figured I was good. Of course, the power of suggestion being what it is, the moment I had it off the floor my innards began to churn. I need another backup crapper in this house, I do. And when I get it, I’mna replace the whole damned assembly with PVC or- shit, stainless.

Last week I dismantled the dryer, removed some $1.34 in change, several paperclips, a wad of lint the size of a large rodent and rather resembling one, and the odd 22 short, case split and lead rattling around in the blower section.

I greased the rollers as well, and reassembled it all. It didn’t make any noise at that point, though I didn’t have anything in it. It was always wet clothes that started it squeaking, so today was the first post-repair laundry day.
Loaded with wet jeans, it passed the Dog test with flying colors- prior to last week, the dryer always woke the dog and made him bark, as it sounded rather like a siamese tom being dismantled with power tools. Today, he never even blinked an eye, from his spot in front of the fireplace.

I’m getting more and more to the point where I just want everyone and everything around me to just shut up.