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FROM THE PHONE BOOTH: The Smallest Space in  Hollywood

	FINEFROCK

Hydrocarbons, Potatoe, Ego Squared
& Biden’s Bronze Foot
by Steve Finefrock - Hollywood Forum [scriptwriter] 8/27/08

You don’t win silver, bragged the Nike ad some years ago – you LOSE GOLD. Reiterated often by Rush Limbaugh, it comes to mind this Olympic weekend as third-rate, bronze-medal senator and third-try presidential candidate Joe Biden becomes the left’s unerring earl of gaffe in OTO’s VP slot [note: "OTO" aka Obama The One].  Not that long ago we can recall that the left was quick to ridicule any error or gaffe of our guy, the first George Bush, as spit out of the lie-hole of Texas governor Ann Richards at their ’92 convention: Poor George, she chortled at the podium, he was born with a silver foot in his mouth.

Oh, such laughter among the folks who always complain that the republicans are the meanies in politics.  They do implicitly grasp in their political bone marrow the First Rule of political combat advanced by one of their intellectual godfathers, Saul Alinsky, in his classic combat manual, “Rules for Radicals”: RIDICULE.

Ann Richards was defeated for a second gubernatorial term by Poor George’s silver-reared son, and died without much being missed. Her tour de farce on that DNC podium comes to mind on hearing Biden’s ascension, with my characterization trying to match Ann’s, with Alinsky in mind: Poor Biden, he was born with a bronze foot in his mouth.  It’s heartening to see this expression of OTO’s ‘judgment’ in selecting a man Who Would [and could] Be President. Much in alignment with his choice of political, personal and religious associates in South Chicago politics.

Yes, folks for freedom, we can take solace. For this bronze-tinged weekend also gave us hydrocarbons on the political gaffe-fest, though it wasn’t recognized even faintly by Tom Brokaw when his Meet The Press interview solicited Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s response to his query about her serious financial investments in exploring for natural gas.  Brokaw isn’t one tenth as smart as he thinks he is – for he let slip past him a perfect Quayle Gaffe, but maybe not because of ignorance, but his informal journalistic jihadist duty as democrat protector. Pelosi rationalized her investment: to do her part to wean the nation from hydrocarbons.

Had Dan Quayle uttered such a gaffe, it would be immediate cause for DNC ridicule. And late-nite talk comics. Much more critical than misspelling potato, adding an ‘e’ per the classroom teacher’s cue-card error, is Pelosi – and Brokaw – not noting that natural gas IS a HYDROCARBON.

As Obama The One [OTO], the dems’ darling has chosen well – for our beneficial result. The mouthiest gaffeaholic in the democrat ranks will be fodder unfettered for our campaign. Serving longer in the senate than the supposedly tainted, part-of-the-problem McCain, Biden is a plagiarizer and egotist who in concert with Obama’s drama [Barack O’Drama!], or melodrama, in a major stadium, means this ticket should be branded EGO SQUARED.

Or, make that CUBED!

The two of them are smarter than the rest of us together. They know it, and cannot control themselves from slipping often enough to alienate the nation at large, over their larger-than-Texas ego. The left squawked at Dubya’s strut – he even noted it at his second nomination acceptance speech: Some say I strut, but in Texas we just call it ‘walking’ was his reply. We cheered, the left jeered – now that W-walk is a kiddie’s learner permit compared to the reinforced, mile-high egos to be on display at Mile High Stadium environs this week.

Barack O’Drama’s melodrama will be produced and written by a political Orson Welles, and starring a political Marlon Brando, directed by a gaggle of goofs who think the nation really wants the JUNIOR senator from South Chicago to be our chief executive.  Enough egos on stage and under the stage and directing the stage and manning the strategy to choke the entire population of supposedly ego-rich Texas.  Even J.R. Ewing didn’t cast that large a shadow of narcissism.

At least J.R. knew that when you drill for oil, you often get natural gas also – both are borne of the same geological process of pressure and heat on dead organic matter buried for eons beneath massive layers of rock. Too bad Nancy, and Brokaw, on national TV went into Quayle’s covey.

It is up to Our Own Guys of course to make the gaffe into political fodder. A brief but bright dose of RIDICULE on them. To taint their convention with a reminder that this is not exactly the Varsity Team, or even the second-string, but a collection of bronze-at-best players in a game that will get much more serious in coming years.

Holy Putin, Barack-Man, Shades of Vlad the Ivader making rhetoric less valuable than it was before August 8th.

Biden is the Bronze Boy, older than the boy from the manger but not much smarter, or self-controlled – neither even bronze-earners for the power to command the ‘football’ in The Oval.  Nuclear strike codes are still in effect, carried but a few steps from the president, in a satchel known as the football, held close by a high-ranking officer. No one ever wants to drop the football – the quarterback should be someone who’s a Gold Medalist, who’s known danger, and been in risk and calculated his life odds more than once.

Neither OTO or his bronze boy can match one day of Mac’s life experience. Mac may be flawed – the Phone Booth took its whacks in the primary season – but he’s white-head and stiff-shoulder and wrinkled chest above the Lilliputian pair of bronzers who this week know as much about national security as Nancy Pelosi knows about hydrocarbons.

Which is a more important question than how many houses Mac, or his wife, or her corporations, may own. Or how to spell potatoe.

LET THE RIDICULE BEGIN….. ExileStreet

copyright 2008 Steve Finefrock

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