Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Taking turns
It would seem that the presidency of the United States is a transitional thing, traveling from one polling state to another. First it was in Iowa where Barack Obama was proclaimed,
perhaps even ordained as the next President based on his big win over Hillary Clinton, who in turn was relegated, by the television pundits at least, to the ash heap of history.
John McCain, too, was sent to the video showers after Republican up-start, Mike Huckabee's first place showing. Then came the New Hampshire primary where it all went
topsy-turvy. Senators Hillary Clinton and John McCain were back on top and Obama
and Huckabee were suddenly also-rans. In only two primary elections, the predicted
candidates for the oval office switched places twice.
That was it for me. I can't envision sitting through primary after primary watching the changing faces of wannabe leaders of the free world flashing before my eyes. I will watch re-runs of the Sopranos and Everybody loves Raymond right up until November and then, and then only, I will switch to a news channel to see who actually grabbed the gold for each party and hope like hell its some body I know. By that time, there may even be a third party candidate in the crows nest. As Fats Waller, the great jazz pianist used to say, "One never knows, do one?'
George Morin
Auburn, Ga.
perhaps even ordained as the next President based on his big win over Hillary Clinton, who in turn was relegated, by the television pundits at least, to the ash heap of history.
John McCain, too, was sent to the video showers after Republican up-start, Mike Huckabee's first place showing. Then came the New Hampshire primary where it all went
topsy-turvy. Senators Hillary Clinton and John McCain were back on top and Obama
and Huckabee were suddenly also-rans. In only two primary elections, the predicted
candidates for the oval office switched places twice.
That was it for me. I can't envision sitting through primary after primary watching the changing faces of wannabe leaders of the free world flashing before my eyes. I will watch re-runs of the Sopranos and Everybody loves Raymond right up until November and then, and then only, I will switch to a news channel to see who actually grabbed the gold for each party and hope like hell its some body I know. By that time, there may even be a third party candidate in the crows nest. As Fats Waller, the great jazz pianist used to say, "One never knows, do one?'
George Morin
Auburn, Ga.
