Insisting on absolute safety is for people who

— Mary Shafer, NASA (1989)

[avatar user=”blue bronc” size=”thumbnail” align=”left”]Blue Bronc[/avatar]Well. After a couple years of vapid nothings we are in the countdown to a launch.  Not just any launch, but a full-fledged billion dollar explosion of power dollars launch.

Am I surprised at the multi-day warning to this announcement?  No.  In fact I am concerned that this is going to be like what we used to call vapor-ware.  A lot of promise of delivery and in the end the product has as much substance as a puff of cloud.

HRC has all by the short hairs and is ready to smash away with a mallet when she announces. The backwater talk keeps up with many references to Bill, Lewinsky, Benghazi (the never ending Republican search that nobody else cares about), New York, Arkansas, D.C., dancing with the real people, haircuts, pant suits, passing out and hubris excelsior. So far the Republicans are not chipping the voters away.

Can she produce a campaign that does keep the Republican clown car occupants destroying the Republican brand?  Sure.  A camel dressed in a serape can do that.  Can she help down ballot?  That is the big question.  One that she needs to address if she wants to run our country with a friendly Congress.

There are many other concerns I have about America, and I hope they are addressed during the next year and a half, addressed in a way that show how wrong it is to elect Republicans. I don’t expect to elect HRC based on those.  I do want her elected because she might turn out to be a good president.

Look at the world as a big fruitcake

(Old saying)

The world has stumbled and shuffled through all sorts of “interesting times” these past couple of months. It is hard to believe that only a small number of days ago Baltimore was in flames and winter refused to leave us. Now, it is summer, which has promised to disappear midweek. Which reminds me of “life goes on”.

Politics is the world I enjoy, it is always filled with characters and creatures; many right out of , or was that ? My time in politics showed me that ninty percent of all politicians are hard working people who spend many hours each day trying to make their districts better and America better.

What I also learned was there are those who had only themselves and a select money group in mind. They are the dangerous ones.

I am all giddy, although mid-day Sunday is normally not a giddy period, with happiness that the clown bus is getting a lot of attention. Say, you heard about that horse race? You mean between Rick (don’t google me) Santorum and Ted (don’t call me crusin’) Cruz? Not that one. The one where that Egyptian King won, in the snow and tornado, in suburban D.C.

The Republican leadership is concerned about all the clowns climbing on the clown bus. They are really concerned that it will topple over and crush all hopes of taking the White House in 2016. Plus, they are buying cases of adult diapers because the top heavy fruitcake special is starting to affect down ballot. Not that the Republicans in state houses and school boards have not made a mess in their own hideouts.

We have seventeen months more to go. Will the supply of popcorn hold up to the demand? What about the scorecards? We have to have one just to know who is running, who is not running and who is said to be running even after saying they are not running.  And those select few who are said not to be running and they are not running.

A SWAG of the potential Republican lineup looks like as many as twenty-six are ready to redecorate the Oval Office. Not that they would have a chance of getting through the gate otherwise.  As is pointed out by reporters going by the false equivalency book, the Democrats are doing it two — that is, two people other than HRC.

The Brits showed us how the conservatives can win. First they have to be center right Democrats. That’s a knee slapper by golly. Those guys are so far right they need to use an arrow on a stick to point to right of center from off the picture.

Summer is starting and it is time to watch the show from the air-conditioned peanut gallery. A place safe from the spittle of flying lips, all trying to be more out of touch with reality than the others on that bus. I dare think it will be a boring summer because they are more alike than not. Maybe I will take up something for the summer that does not involve fruits and nuts.