Ann Romney did what she needed to do on Tuesday night. She stood there, a warm and smiling blonde trailing sunshine, and wowed the crowd.
Unlike Sarah Palin, who arrived like an Alaskan Amazon and aimed sharp arrows at unseen opponents, Ann was gentle.
Unlike Cindy McCain who was an icy mannequin in the mold of a Hitchcock heroine, she melted hearts.
I find it laughable that Penn State has decided to ditch “Sweet Caroline” as one of the songs that are played when the revamped and revolutionized football team takes the field. While C. Delores Tucker and Tipper Gore were actually right to be upset about lurid lyrics back in the 90s, this takes political correctness to a whole new level. Apparently, in the wake of the Sandusky scandal, we must purge anything that even vaguely reminds us that human beings are contact animals (even when we are at a football game.) The offensive lines in “Sweet Caroline” are, presumably, these:
Well good golly, Miss Molly, the New York Times has a problem with social conservatives. Who’d a thunk it.
Actually, they’ve always had a problem with those of us who stray to the right of that bright line of ‘reason,’ the one that says women must be reduced to their common element: the desire to fill or empty their wombs according to their (and only their) desires.
Because, you know, that is the defining characteristic of an intelligent woman, according to the scribes at the Times and all the other newspapers that think they have a patent on rational thought. And according to the Gray Lady’s editorial page, Paul Ryan is among the idiots.
As I’ve written before, I’m no big fan of Newsweek. They have a history of doing hatchet jobs on conservatives, putting female politicians on the cover and making them look like porn stars (as in Sarah Palin) or straight-jacketed psychos (as in Michelle Bachman.) They’ve put halos on Obama when he supports gay marriage, from which we can infer that only the satanic oppose Adam and Steve. And they called Mitt Romney a wimp (that was before he made the rather daring choice of Paul Ryan for a running mate.)
In other words, Newsweek is nowhere near a bastion of journalistic excellence, in my humble opinion.
However, I had to smile a little this week when my mailman handed me a copy of the current issue. There, on the cover, was a flattering photo of Barack Obama with the caption “Hit the Road, Barack.” The cover story by Harvard history professor Niall Ferguson draws a negative picture of our Commander in Chief, particularly with respect to the Affordable Care Act and the damage it’s likely to do to the economy.
Yesterday, my office looked a little bit like what I would imagine Ellis Island resembled in the early 1900s, when immigrants from all over the world flocked to these shores for the proverbial ‘better life.’ President Obama’s new initiative allowing people who came here as children to obtain working papers and some minimal protection from deportation finally went into effect, and the reaction was overwhelming.
I know that many of my friends on the right have no sympathy for someone who jumped the border or overstayed his or her welcome, even if that someone was an infant at the time of entry. I understand that there is a sharp difference of opinion as to who deserves to be here, and who doesn’t. And I refuse to pull out the ‘racist’ card that liberals throw around because their analytical skills have atrophied.
But if you could have seen the people in my office yesterday, you might understand why it’s important to welcome these young people instead of keeping them in the shadows. None of them had foreign accents when they spoke. Not a one looked any different from the teens and young adults on the streets of Philadelphia (which may not be a good thing, but I digress…) They were all in school, all planning to go to college, all loyal to the only country they’d ever known.
When I awoke this morning to find that Mitt Romney had picked Paul Ryan (or as I call him, Paulie Blue Eyes) to be his running mate, I was beyond elated. For the first time since he became the presumptive Republican nominee, I felt that the ex-Governor of Massachussets had finally executed a move that would have gotten a 10.00 from the Bulgarian judges. To continue the Olympic theme, I realized that I hadn't felt this excited about a contest since the US hockey team beat Russia in 1980 (and no, I'm not calling anyone a communist....)
All joking aside, Ryan was a fantastic pick. He's brilliant, a visionary, articulate, young, and charismatic. He has all of the qualities that you want in the heir apparent, plus he isn't in danger of outshining the guy in the top position. Chris Christie, much as I love him, would have been too Jersey Strong for the blander Romney, and would have moved the narrative in a different and not altogether productive direction.
Ryan is all about fixing this broken economy, getting rid of waste, cutting entitlements, and making sure that there will be an economy for our children and our grandchildren. The other side is moving us toward a scenario where we'll be engaging in 5 Year Plans, music of Dr. Zhivago playing in the background (okay, maybe I am conjuring the comrades.)
A hummingbird flaps its gossamer wings in Thailand and there’s a tsunami somewhere off the East Coast of the United States. That’s what we’ve always been told, that one small and relatively insignificant act can cause a cataclysmic reaction.
Of course, the people at the Komen Foundation would probably deny that they were swamped with a tidal wave over their decision, later reversed, to withhold funding from Planned Parenthood because it was under a congressional investigation about shady abortion dealings at some of their centers.
They would maintain that they’re perfectly fine at Pink Ribbon Central, and that all of the hullabaloo was nothing more than a temper tantrum in a teapot, the tantrums being thrown primarily by abortion rights supporters who were shocked, shocked, that an organization that advocates for women’s health would also have a conscience when it comes to the health of unborn women.