Despite the blessing of a giant, throbbing intellect, I admit I react to celebrities in the most superficial way, including political celebrities. I’m not happy to see Newt Gingrich back on the national stage, for example. I couldn’t tell you why. Yeah, yeah…architect of the Contract, bringer of the majority. Something about him just pisses me off. Maybe it’s the way his features are all wadded up in the center of his face like a grubby little fist.
Take William F. Buckley. Father of modern conservatism and all, I know…but doesn’t he look like some kind of giant leathery reptile? I never heard a thing he said on television. I was too absorbed watching for his tongue to whip out of his head and smack the person next to him. It would make that ssssssss-KchA! bullwhip sound, I bet. Brrr.
I’d like to believe I have some kind of super-sensitive true-personality-detecting spidey sense going for me here, but I’m probably just very superficial. God will give me a squint, for sure. I used to think our leftist dominated media deliberately put unattractive righties on chat shows to discredit their ideas. Then it occurred to me the ones on the other side are no prettier. I guess politics draws freaks.
No, I’m no oil painting, either. But you won’t see me on television. Except maybe being frogmarched out of the group home with my hands cuffed behind me.