Richard Daybell – Novels, stories and short humor
Waking up this morning, as I often do, I was immediately greeted with much ado about 11/11/11. At first I just assumed that Herman Cain had introduced a bigger, bolder tax plan – upping the ante on 9/9/9 and daring Perry or Romney or one of the others to go for 12/12/12 or God forbid 13/13/13. People seem to be equally divided on whether 11/11/11 is incredibly auspicious or should have us hiding under our beds. I opt for under the bed, especially when it dawns on me that the 2012 elections are now less than a year away.
Republicans are dancing in the streets these days, convinced that Obama is toast. And the plague of presidential wannabes is elbowing its way toward Iowa and New Hampshire, two states that are microcosms of say South Carolina. Each contender is convinced that he or she is the one who will butter the toast.
They bob up and down in the polls, each judged by where they stand in relation to Mitt Romney who, when they finally come in from the playground, will be the guy with all the marbles. The Republicans Who Matter want Romney, and the RWMs will get Romney, even though God doesn’t much care for him (his being a Mormon and all). But in a showdown between God and the RWMs, you know who’s going to win.
In the meantime, the others offer amusement to carry us through the cold winter months. Rick Perry puts his foot in his mouth just about as often as Herman Cain puts his hands where he shouldn’t. Michelle Bachmann has created more jobs than the lot of them – jobs for fact checkers, that is. Newt growls. And who will rise out of anonymity to become the flavor of the month for December? Ron Paul? Rick Santorum? Or poor Jon Huntsman, who occasionally says something intelligent when he should know better.
Out from under the bed now. And let’s not forget, 11/11/11 is Veterans Day.