Don't Step in the State of the Union

So there was the State of the Union. I know many people who watch the thing, and then they confer together about it afterward like it is an oracular pronunciation or something. I don’t watch, and I don’t confer either.

It doesn’t matter one little bit, the SotU, because we have a host of information coming out of the White House, all of which is designed to make the occupant look better. Used to be there wasn’t so much pap being hurled at passersby on Pennsylvania Avenue, and some began to wonder just how things were going. So they started to publicize a yearly address to Congress to let the rest of us in on whatever POTUS was saying to Congress. The SotU is one giant buffing job, and I ain’t buying. You can detail this here jalopy until you and it are blue, but that ain’t gonna make the thing run any better.

One of the things which POTUSes do in their SotU is call out to an ordinary Uhmurrican who illustrates what a keen guy POTUS is, or how POTUS shares the qualities which this ordinary Uhmurrican displayed.

W’s ordinary dude was the guy who flopped on top of a guy having a seizure in the subway and fell to the tracks just as the train was coming in to the station. POTUS talked of this guy personifying Uhmurrica. Bravery and humility were cited.

This President has shown very little of either of these things. A humbler man might have admitted a mistake. A braver man would have followed the asked-for advice. The State of Our Union is that we just bid farewell to a brief, accidental President who was infinitely more prepared and capable than the current incumbent.

My buddy Iwanski probably watched this POTUS extrude the SotU with a bowl of popcorn and enjoyed it. He has a much stronger stomach than I do.