Thoughts about SOTU Pomp and Circumstance
Jan 24th, 2007 at 1:50 am by PSoTD
Honestly, all the stagecraft that goes into this. What a waste. Can’t we just have a talk to the Congress? And through that, a talk with the nation? Do we really have to have members of Congress fawning all over the President? Does it really need special lead-in music from MSNBC? Scripted standing and sitting?
Here’s an idea, maybe next year, can we surround Laura Bush with performers from Cirque du Soleil, maybe they can build some sort of human pyramid over her? This whole thing of framing the spouses with “guests of honor” is boring.
Every camera shot of Condoleeza Rice I saw was pretty unflattering to her. Almost new-word worthy. Scowlistic, or scowlitosis, or scowlidoceous, or something like that. Very, very unhappy looking.
Who was the pastry chef that came up with the “special advisory council on the war on terror”? No more layer cake. Talk to the Congress.
Yep, the SOTU is hugely boring. Just more another American TV export to fill the air like Friends, The A Team, and The Dukes of Hazard. In fack next year I think Mr Bush should give his SOTU from inside the General Lee as it whisks him around in dusty fun filled circles.
Of course she scowls. She’s a Republican.
Conservatives are among the most miserable people on earth. Look at the Republicans in Congress and the White House. They’re wealthy, successful and powerful. And when was the last time you saw one of them smile?
I don’t mean for a publicity photo — anyone can bear his or her teeth on demand. And I don’t mean junior. He’s not really one of them. He hasn’t spent the better part of his life wearing suits, ties and nonthreatening haircuts while shaking hands with and begging for votes from people for whom he has nothing but contempt. He’s only done that gig for the last several years, and he knows his livelihood doesn’t depend on it. So, like real conservatives, he hasn’t repeated the same series of lies often enough so that he can no longer remember that part of him that used to cringe at the thought of lying for a living, and probably was never the type of person who would be bothered by that anyway. He’s just a fortunate son who likes having his ass kissed, who thinks it’s cool that he has his own plane and that he doesn’t have to sit in traffic anymore; just a rich drifter who’s along for the ride because it’s important to his parents to keep up appearances. He’s not a true believer, and probably wouldn’t have an opinion about half the shit he talked about last night if he were still running the Texas Rangers or Arbusto into the ground. He just says what Karl tells him to say, and every Friday this child of privilege, this deserter from the Air National Guard, is saluted by a Marine as he climbs aboard his personal helicopter for his ride to Camp David.
Maybe we should go back about 200 years to when the President fulfilled the requirement in the constitution of a yearly report to congress by sending a written report. Of course right now it might be done in crayon but it would save us an hour of boredom from the speech and about 2 weeks of before and after the speech of the talking heads wasting bandwidth talking about it.
The “special pastry chef” was apparently Holy joe Lieberman - I remember reading two or three weeks ago that he was taking credit for suggesting just such a “bipartisan” beast to his BFF Georgie W. That alone dooms it to pure bullshit status.