Track-A-’Crat: The Roll Call of Democratic Delinquency

Yeah, you got me.

There’s no good reason, other than personal vindictiveness, as to why I juxtaposed photos of Henry Waxman (D-CA) and Michael Jackson.

But if an anonymous blog (well, except for all of you who know my name) isn’t an excuse to make fun at other people’s expense, then I don’t know what is.

Lots of dweebs get into politics because (a) they might actually be able to then score with members of the opposite – or same – sex, (b) they might laden themselves down with loadsa money or (c) they hope to achieve both of the previous two options.

Public service used to figure into the equation, but that one got dropped eons ago, once politicians realized that self-service was much more to their tastes.

Waxman, however, is not only in politics for the drugs, sex and rock n’ roll.

He’s the useful idiot discharged with the responsibility of crashing the US economy once and for all – via the huge con/enrichment scheme for friends of the Democratic Party/complete bollocks known as cap and trade.

And he freely admits that he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

You know what made me feel slightly better, though, the other day?

I was at the Andrews Air Force Base aerial display last Sunday and bore witness to the awesomeness of the F-22 Raptor.

Oh Lordy, do those things kick unholy a*s.  While drooling over their unmatched capacity to rain down death and destruction on our enemies, I heard a wonderful sound, as pleasurable as Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 Choral (no, I haven’t just plucked some random piece out of the air, I do listen to it quite obsessively).

It was the sound of the F-22 shredding the air around it, making it scream in agony and fear, over and over and over again.

And it was a beautiful thing to behold.

UPDATE: I wrote this post before Michael Jackson’s death, so please don’t bombard me with any righteously furious emails about it…