("Day of the Armadillo")
We are in desperate need of armadillos
and peccadilloes, large and small, to distract from the ugly realities
of life. The glorious end of the baseball season is but a memory and the
basketball season is in a millionaire's lock-down. We need to be able
to turn to the nonsense of Congressional time spent on reminding us that
we still officially trust God. We want a cat fight to develop among the
Republicans over the Cain affair (it sounds like a movie title), with
all its leaks and lies. The last thing we want to do is focus on the
dismal economy here and abroad, the misguided fiscal austerity, the fear
that we are but one wrong move away from a man made global tsunami.
We have a long wait until pitchers and catchers report for spring
training. It may be weeks or months until agreement is reached on how
the billions are equitably divided between the haves and the haves in
the NBA. So, I ask Ms. Collins to keep us entertained in the meantime
with meaningless tales. And I hope that Mr. Cain stays
around long enough to provide a few more edible armadillos.
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