Jimmy Carter's Malaise - DO YOU REMEMBER??
Maybe I'm just old enough to remember the Carter years, but I do. During his one term, there crept over the country a dark, dreary stagnant 'depression-almost.' Closer still to trotting around a track filled with chocolate pudding....slop, slop, slop. You could drag your feet, sticky, slow, everywhere, you had the sense that everyone moved in slowmo and didn't care much.
It was hopeless. Useless. There was about the land a sense of " I can't do anything to turn THIS around, so why should I even get out of bed this morning. Jimmy Carter couldn't even rescue the hostages held captive by the whackos in Iran, waving rifles in the square, putting mufti's on TV making veiled threats through loin cloths mumbling in broken English while at home, our leader was jogging in the park, collapsing from the heat, or being attacked by Wild Rabbits.
He was in love with Admiral Stansfield Turner who was appointed to cut the testicles off the CIA, who at the time was busy digging up ways curving around the good Admiral and our squirreled Chief
Executive. At the time, I was working for a sub contractor of " The Firm," and I had to dance a little following the two step they had set up for me to get their various jobs done while jury rigging their fly-by-night cash system no one knew anything about except me and a half dozen mystery phone operators knew in 6 states somewhere else. But, it worked, and we continued to function.
I digress. Carter is alive and well in the living body of our current misanthrope, the colorful
Barack H. Obama, CEO of America, Inc. He may Sell a lot better, talk smoother, "socialize" a lot , but, in the end, it is my opinion, scratch him, and lil Jimmy will pop out.
As Dennis Miller was once fond of saying - " that's my opinion, but then again, I could be wrong."
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It was hopeless. Useless. There was about the land a sense of " I can't do anything to turn THIS around, so why should I even get out of bed this morning. Jimmy Carter couldn't even rescue the hostages held captive by the whackos in Iran, waving rifles in the square, putting mufti's on TV making veiled threats through loin cloths mumbling in broken English while at home, our leader was jogging in the park, collapsing from the heat, or being attacked by Wild Rabbits.
He was in love with Admiral Stansfield Turner who was appointed to cut the testicles off the CIA, who at the time was busy digging up ways curving around the good Admiral and our squirreled Chief
Executive. At the time, I was working for a sub contractor of " The Firm," and I had to dance a little following the two step they had set up for me to get their various jobs done while jury rigging their fly-by-night cash system no one knew anything about except me and a half dozen mystery phone operators knew in 6 states somewhere else. But, it worked, and we continued to function.
I digress. Carter is alive and well in the living body of our current misanthrope, the colorful
Barack H. Obama, CEO of America, Inc. He may Sell a lot better, talk smoother, "socialize" a lot , but, in the end, it is my opinion, scratch him, and lil Jimmy will pop out.
As Dennis Miller was once fond of saying - " that's my opinion, but then again, I could be wrong."
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