Surrounded by whitened windows through which I can barely see the shrubs where the wrens and the bluejays play just five feet away, I might be grateful that I have no choice but to focus on a subject I’d rather ignore.
The tell-tale beep-beep-beep of a utility vehicle penetrates the howl of wind, which I take as a warning that my power could quit on any given keystroke, so I better say what I have to say as quickly as I can.
The subject: The State of the Union Address is scheduled for tomorrow night. As far back as John Kennedy when I first became aware of the nature of participatory governance, I’ve regarded this annual event the way Catholics regard holy days of obligation.
Never mattered what I thought of the president giving it. In fact, it seemed more important to keep track of what Reagan and the Bushes would claim than what Carter or Clinton would explain. As the trial lawyer for the Chicago 7, William Kunstler, told us back in the Nixon years: “We need to keep abreast of evil.”
Many Democratic senators and representatives say they are going to boycott, but you can bet they’ll be pouring through summaries Wednesday morning. Many progressives, liberals, and friends who still consider themselves conservative–but are alienated by the MAGA-Republican Party’s nihilism and corruption–say the same, and I don’t blame them.
If anything, I envy them, but for me it’s an addiction. At least if I’m going to continue writing political commentaries, and are not those commentaries among the commentaries they’ll seek on Wednesday?
All that said, none of this means that I am obligated to provide one. For starters, I would never attempt a summary of a full speech, especially one made by a barking, babbling, incoherent, cruel, scrambled-brained, endlessly repetitive, fitfully flippant fool. My self-assignment is always to find an item that may otherwise go unnoticed, and at times that has not been in the speech, but in how it was received.
Spin the clock back 34 years, and my State of the Union report was a call to ban the applause made by members of one party after every statement made by a president of their party. This not only significantly prolongs the speech, but robs it of continuity and coherence. Of course, that will be doing this anti-literate sleaze a favor, but it taxes the listener’s patience, and in 1992 it near knocked George H.W. Bush down for an eight-count.
Parroting the Republican lie about universal health care, Bush mentioned a Canadian suffering for weeks while awaiting an operation, and then ended the sentence. And right on miscue, enough Republicans were on automatic pilot that loud cheers filled the hall. Bush, to his credit (although to his disadvantage), was not on automatic pilot, Visibly confused, he stepped back from the microphone and furrowed his brow as laughter overcame the cheers. Then, as if remembering where he was, he chuckled and continued speaking.
Too bad the local newspaper’s electronic archives do not reach that far back, but the column is included in my collection, Once Upon an Attention Span, under the headline, “Suffering a Case of the Clap.”
As for tomorrow, this clown’s severe case of non-stop verbal diarrhea combined with the slavish worship of a political party-turned-personality cult, the State of the Union should be ripe with such moments. (Ripe in both senses of the word.)
Wait, you may say, wondering what happened to my claim in the opening line that I “have no choice but to focus on a subject I’d rather ignore”?
Picky, picky! What you missed is that I never ruled out changing the subject to something on which I’d have no choice but to focus. So there it is, along with one of the blue jays that’s frequented that shrub outside my window all winter, perhaps looking at the picture of another on a Christmas card sent by Cousin Janice a couple years ago.
The utility vehicle? The beeping stopped not long after I mentioned it, right about when someone posted on Facebook that one of the utility poles along the Plum Island Causeway, the one and only link we have to the mainland, was bent about 45-degr——-
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