Wednesday, February 6, 2008

PhilOsophy - Yesterday Was Tuesday, and It Was Super!



Once again, I hand the mic over to
Phil Porter, guest blogger and stand-up comedian extraordinaire / husband / father / great-in-the-sack.



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Yesterday was Super Tuesday, which meant it was caucus day here in Colorado. I admit that I didn’t take part. Honestly, I’m not sure how the whole caucus thing works. It seems like it should involve fat guys in bowler hats smoking cigars in back rooms making deals over glasses of expensive scotch, but I doubt that’s what happens these days since smoking is now banned in most public places. (I guess if you’re part of the secret society that controls everything from behind the scenes, you can probably eat endangered owl chicks while smoking cigars rolled with human skin for wrappers in a day care center if that’s what makes you happy. If you can’t indulge your excessive and bizarre tastes, what’s the point of being in a secret society? Without perks like that, controlling the world would just be a joyless pain in the butt.)

Maybe decisions are made by killing a goat and reading its entrails. Or maybe it’s tea leaves? Was that Barak Obama’s face in the bottom of the glass? Maybe candidates are chosen by looking at the stars and determining which candidate is best based on the position of Saturn. (I bet you thought I’d pick “Uranus” there. Once in a while, I resist the cheap joke. Although “pick Uranus” ain’t exactly high-brow humor.)

You’d think one of these methods, which have been proven to work over thousands of years of practice, would be put into use to select our future leader. But no, it turns out that the caucus basically involves people getting together, discussing the candidates, and selecting the one they feel will best represent their needs. Like that system could possibly work.






5 beautiful people muttered something back:

imaginary binky said...

Pfft. Where are the next 20 things about me? You couldn't write a blog about your lovely wife and take the burden off of her requirement to write another 60 things? Pfft.

The goat entrails thing would make America quite interesting. I had visions of Scottish men being hacked to pieces by William Wallace (aka Mel Gibson) as he screamed "Sugar Tits!!"

Stephen said...

Over here the parties decide who will be leader of the party. That's how when Tony Blair stepped down there wasn't a General Election Gordon Brown took over.

Lil Mouse said...

hey it works for iowa!

pidomon said...

great post perhaps the entrails would be a better way to elect a president :)

Eve said...

Goat entrails sounds awfully messy to me. I think the tea leaves would be better. I mean - you gotta have some consideration for the cleaning crew. Right? Just think of the poor, hapless individuals who have to constantly clean up after these politicians.