Chicago votes

For a couple of weeks in the early 90’s I was basically running the Supreme Court. That much is true, although none of the current members are willing to admit it. I bring that up because sometimes it is good to have friends in high places.

If you, like me, enjoy a night or two under the stars thinking deep thoughts and questioning big issues, then the last few days with Ron Paul would have been perfect for you. They would have been perfect for me too, but I can’t recall much of them because the good doctor/congessman from rural Texas has been camping out under the large steel Anish Kapoor bean in Millennium Park in Chicago, getting high off Oxy and talking nonsense, which may be the leit motif of his entire campaign, note to editors, leit motif of the entire republican campaign – talking nonsense is key.

Really, step away from the horse race of daily updates, who said what, why did Mitt say something only an incredibly rich guy would say, or how Santorum said someone only an incredibly religious nutter would say, and what the hell did nutty Newt say because to be honest no one seems to care anymore what Newt has to say. Which brings me to my camping buddy Ron Paul. Remember Ron Paul? He the speaker of all things true? He the man not afraid to tell truth to politicians who would not know truth if it slammed them in the sac?

That Ron Paul has been pooping in a McDonalds takeout bag for the last few days because he is too paranoid to leave the confines of the dark and cold area underneath the polished metal art egg that really is something to see, at least from the outside. When laying under it, while still impressive, it gets kind of boring. Plus, security guards come by every hour sweeping up on their two wheeled motorized deviced and Congressman Paul tosses out a couple of Oxy pills and tells them to get lost and every single time that has worked.

Today is the Illinois primary and I am pretty sure the only people who care are Mitt Romney and the cable TV horse race idiots. Even Ron Paul can’t be bothered to give one of his famous rambling speeches anymore. Last time I asked him if he was still in the race, he was laying on his back, staring up at the polished metal, his reflection all distorted and his mind melted after days of Oxy play time and he mumbled something like, “we don’t have the money to be playing with nation building, or some shit.”

So bring on another republican primary. The networks are ready with their serious music and their outrageous graphics. I am sure CNN has a 3-D animatronic platform of some sort or another, with Wolf Blitzer pissing all over the likes of Anderson Cooper (daily activities at the CNN newsroom from what I hear) and in the end, no one will care. This really has become the race that no one seems interested in. Spring is here. The boring republicans continue to pontificate on topics ranging from birth control to budgets and there is not a lick of passion to be found.

The ineffective president must just waltz around the oval office worried about all the things he can’t control, like gas prices and another shooting of an unarmed black teen in Florida and the president can only stand in his office and wonder, now what?

Maybe Ron Paul does have it right. “Glambor fling, shandu klandu kindlsn polo skansks.” Then he took another Oxy and laid back down to stare at his reflection in the polished metal for another three hours.