The Democrat

The Democrat

 

I was living in Washington DC during the first two years of the Carter Administration which coincidentally occurred during the height of a television show entitled Hee-Haw, and it was fascinating albeit disturbing to observe the parallel between corn pone humor and what was actually going on in the White House, wherein Jimmy Carter took direction and formulated policy at the beck and call of his wife, Rosalynn, and at the behest of his mother, Miss Lillian. It is documented for the ages what happens to a presidential administration, or country for that matter, when turned over to two supremely opinionated but unimaginably unqualified shrewish women.
With a nod to Santayana for this variation, “those that do not learn from the mistakes of previous administrations are bound to repeat them” we now have Michelle Obama and Valerie Jarrett doing their best impression of the Carter Gals, neither of whom strays far from the control panel apparently located in the president’s back, and who remain ever-more diligent since he went off-script in Roanoke last July to disparage business owners with a double-shot of Leninite Vodka. I cannot verify if Ms. Jarrett has had to voluntarily relinquish her law license to avoid prosecution as the Obamas have, but if she hasn’t it’s merely a matter of time.  Cont. Reading