Sheesh. The Czar is getting tired of talking about Brown v Coakley. So he will stop.

Therefore, America, what do you think of Brown v Coakley? JAB throws this ‘un down:

Your Czarness:

Down here in the Southern part of flyover-country we look at the goin’s on in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts with a certain degree of incredulity. I mean here you got yourself a state which gave birth to our Revolution against the tyranny of hereditary monarchy….and yet returned the philandering Ted Kennedy to “his” Senate seat for decades.

Way back in day, they dumped tea into Boston Harbor to protest King George’s taxes…. and yet today the Bay State has one of the highest tax rates in the country, but no tea in the harbor.

When your starting line-up included both Benjamin Franklin and John Adams, well you could pretty well count it as “game over, man.” Whereas today …well let’s just say you ain’t got that level of quality.

So here we sit watching the race for the “Kennedy seat,” wondering if their brains have done froze up in the cold.

Down here, we all know perfectly well that politicians of both parties look down on us, and that they’d run over their own mamma’s just to keep that cushy job in DC. We understand that. But we require them to at least pretend otherwise in public.

For example, anybody running for Senate down here, had dern well better know the name of the head football coach at their state’s university, and show the proper reverence. We expect them to show up at fish-fries, not because they want a free meal (that’s what lobbyists are for, right?), but because we don’t want ’em putting on airs.

When we see Martha Coakley suggesting that she’s too important to shake hands with the Fenway Faithful and that Curt Schilling is a Yankee fan, we wonder how she could possibly still be in the race at all.

Then we see our President at the Coakley rally practically mocking folks who drive trucks. ”He’s driving his truck around the commonwealth and he says that he gets you. Everybody can run slick games. Forget the truck. Anybody can buy a truck.”

And the people at the rally didn’t boo, but cheered. What on earth did they put in that batch of kool-aid?

”Forget the truck. Anybody can buy a truck.”

Mr. President, please don’t try that line at Talladega. It wouldn’t be pretty.

Some of us actually use our trucks to work. Take my brother, who is a farmer, for example. If you could hose all the manure off his truck, I think you’d find that it is a Dodge. I suspect that a Volvo station-wagon would likely get stuck in a muddy field, making such a vehicle rather useless to a farmer. And I don’t think that my cousin, a general contractor, could remodel your house with the tools he could fit into a Prius.

Now, I wouldn’t expect President Obama to go out campaigning in a beat-up pick-up, gun rack or no. That would be about as silly looking as Michael Dukakis riding around in that tank.

But at least make an attempt to pretend not to scorn those of us lacking expensive Ivy League degrees. We know that you’ve never broken a sweat except at the gym, but please use that big ole brain to imagine that other folks might not be just exactly like yourself.

A truck can be so much more than merely a mode of transportation.

Yours from the Doublewide,
JAB

This is exactly the type of thinking that happens when you cling to your guns and religion. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition.

The Czar of Muscovy

Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.