Let's see-the weather has turned warmer, the moon is growing full and the idiots have come out of the closet with an ever-deafening force.
Ah, the joys of the annual Myrtle Beach Spring HarleyDave Rally.
Latest body count- 8 Dead, 132 wrecks involving either significant property damage or physical injury, 2,497 traffic citations issued including 1,072 for speeding.
What was the cost to the taxpayers? Plenty. As they say up in Minnesota, "You Betcha!".
What fun.
Am I missing something here?
And let us not forget our inestimable Lt. Governor, Andre Bauer.
Evel Knievel with a Blue Dress On.
Daredevil, Speed Racer, Stunt Pilot and according to his ads for re-election (My God! What were you people thinking the first time...), the savior of the senior set, a tax slashing hawk, a lover of all things martial and a political genius who sitteth at the right hand of Mark the Ineffective Almighty.
It was John Nance Garner, one of FDR's VPs who noted that the Number Two job wasn't worth a pitcher of warm spit. And if he thought his deal in D.C. was lame, he should have come to Columbia where it is exhibit A in Political Eunuch-dom.
Why does he want the job so badly? As a refuge from the requirements of the real world? Does he think it will lead him to something bigger, better? Puleeze.
I am not fond of quoting my Mother but there's one in her quiver that is apropos here: "The higher a monkey climbs up a tree, the more of his ass you will indeed see."
Bingo.
Please take his access to any keys away, remove any sharp objects and give that clown a box of crayolas and some butcher paper. Art Therapy should pay off in time for him to qualify for Social Security...if we're lucky.
And let us finish with State Senator Glenn McConnell, President Pro-Tem of our state's most august deliberative body (which also includes such luminaries as Robert Ford and John Graham Altman...Cough), parlimentarian without compare and self-annoited admiral commander supreme high potentate of the remaining reliquery remnants of the Confederate Navy, namely, the Hunley and its ever-spreading expenditures that sop of public and private money like moist cornbread in a bean plate.
A reporter of some note named John Monk with the bona fides to back it all up did a three part series in Columbia's The State newspaper which asked a lot of questions about the Hunley and its sources of funding and the role Sen. Put Out To Sea plays in all this. The articles estimated that as much as $$ 83 million bucks was in play.
In response to that shot across our local fearless leader's bow, the Charleston Post & Courier (also known as Car Ad Telegraph), never one to wince when Southern Honor, Local Political Power and Its Pork are being maligned jumped in two weeks later and exclaimed with breathless righteous indignation that the sum was only a bit shy of $$ 30 million bananas. These articles were accompanied by quotes from two of the Senator's favorite groups, his syncophants and his toadies and of course, an 'aw-shucks-I'm-just-a-simple-fellow-doing-the-best-I-can-toe-drawing-circles-in-the-dust' chorus of self-deprecating quotes from the subject hisownself.
Meanwhile, all that SRO action out at the Hunley restoration site has yet to be seen, nothing is completed and I'll bet you a dime to your stack that it'll be the taxpayers who have to keep this white elephant afloat long after the politicos who signed onto this mess at the goading, prompting, lasso-ing of their fearless leader are long gone.
Let me ask this question. Here in South Carolina, where our schools and our schooling rank near last, where our highways and infrastructure are crumbling and terribly behind in maintenance and repair, where our residents' health sag under the weight of a Medicaid system that is consuming the coffers of our poor state, what in the Hell business do we have spending a damn nickle of public money on a project like this?
Come to think of it, Biker week ain’t looking so bad, after all.
