I don’t share with most people what political party I’m registered with, though many of my critics claim to know, according to their insightful online comments, e.g., “I’d like to throw Renee Ordway’s liberal ass into heavy traffic and watch her bounce.”
To which I reply, simply, “Ouch.”
But I will share that I am not a registered independent, probably because it wasn’t an option I gave much thought to 30 years ago, and I haven’t got around to ever changing my party affiliation, even though I have been tempted many, many times.
But I’m starting to think the trip to City Hall might be worth it if being a registered Democrat or Republican means I am, in any way, supposed to defend or condone the misinformed, silly, embarrassing and twisted comments and actions of the politicians during the past week, or for that matter the past several years.
The week started with Sarah Palin’s brilliant response about Paul Revere’s historic ride through Boston while she was visiting the city on her “Pay me no mind, I’m just riding a big bus around the country” tour.
You know how that story goes. Paul Revere tears through the city streets on his horse warning the British by ringin’ those bells and ringin’ those bells.
First she claimed her answer was actually right and then she indicated that the person to blame for her gaffe was a pesky reporter asking another one of those annoying “gotcha” questions specifically designed to throw Palin off her mark.
Let me speak for journalists everywhere by confessing that Palin is absolutely right. It’s a long and well-kept secret that journalists learn those “gotcha” questions early in our careers.
The reporter whaling on Palin last week in Boston took the best one from the handbook of “Journalists’ Gotcha Questions”: “What have you seen so far today and what are you going to take away from your visit?”
I’m guessing that wasn’t just any old local reporter. It must have been one of the big deals from D.C. or New York.
Anyway, all the conservative Republicans that Palin appeals to had to be at least slightly embarrassed as paid political pundits took shots at her on TV and the rest of us made fun and posted footage on social media outlets.
Who would have guessed that a scrawny Democrat from New York would step up to save Palin’s fanny from the flames and blessedly bump her off the front page.
Anthony Weiner. He’s a big D, a seven-term congressman from New York, a close friend of the Clintons, a married man expecting his first child and a man who clearly knows how to live up to his name.
So now we’ve all seen a close-up of Mr. Weiner’s underpants. A picture he tweeted to a 21-year-old college student. Apparently there are others, minus the underpants, but I’m hoping I finish my time on Earth without seeing those.
Barbara Walters has seen it, though. Or so she told co-anchors on “The View” earlier this week. She even weighed in on the package, so to speak, indicating that the photo was flattering.
Just another great moment in TV journalism.
Of course, Weiner took a page from President Bill Clinton’s playbook and denied his conduct, saying that his Twitter account was hacked, and then was forced to fess up and admit to the world what a twisted little man he really is.
All of this silly, stupid and, in Weiner’s case, deviant behavior has made for a week of finger-pointing and shouting between Democrats and Republicans.
Which is worse? Palin’s slaughtering of American history or Weiner’s perverted antics?
Seriously? Does the answer depend on your political party? Your partisan loyalty?
But fear not, people of New York. The disclosure of Weiner’s little hobby apparently has opened the door for actor Alex Baldwin to run for mayor of the city, a position that Weiner seemingly had sewn up.
You remember Baldwin. He’s the actor from “30 Rock” who just a few years ago left a voicemail on his 11-year-old daughter’s phone that said, “I don’t give a damn that you’re 12 years old or 11 years old or that you’re a child, or that your mother is a thoughtless pain in the ass. … You are a rude little pig.”
Ahhhh, all is good in the world of politics, no matter where your loyalties lie.