The Iowa Republican Caucuses, being held tomorrow, are giving Crabby Old Lady heartburn. What a rotten, miserable event for the first big thing of a brand new year.
Crabby can no longer recall a time when, natural disasters aside, Iowa has not led the news – all day, every day. Okay, she exaggerates but it sure feels like the Republican nominating campaign is been going on for a decade.
And it’s not as though there is anyone – even if you’re a Republican – to root for. What a field of freaks these candidates are – not one deserves admiration or respect. Not one has a cogent, thoughtful or reasonable plan for a country deeply mired in all kinds of trouble.
That’s what Crabby most resents about them: not one has a speck of honest, intellectual curiosity and it’s downhill from there: they are actually proud of their ignorance except, of course, for the insufferable Mr. Newt Gingrich who, in misplaced self-admiration, is surpassed only by Donald Trump.
This is the leader of our nation we are choosing, someone who should at least aspire to become a Lincoln or a Roosevelt or a Jefferson. Can we really do no better than this sorry bunch?
The only upside is that a couple of them likely will drop out after tomorrow and we’ll never hear from them again. Bah. What a terrible way to begin a shiny new year.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Mary B Summerlin: It’s Going to be a Great Year
