Run, Cindy, Run!

Saint Cindy got herself bounced out of the State of the Union address the other day, fresh off of her trip being coddled by a Venezualan commie, and not long after her announcement that she is contemplating running for the Senate in California. Run, Cindy, Run! Having an actual position of authority within the Democratic party would be the greatest electoral gift ever granted to the Republicans. In the months long coverage of this obviously sick woman, I wonder why no one has asked her in connection to her comments that George Bush is the world's biggest terrorist what that makes her now deceased son? Was he just the good Nazi soldier taking orders from Hitler, not to be held responsible for his decisions? By the same logic, were the guys who flew the planes on 9/11 just dupes of OBL, not to be held morally responsible for simply following orders? Maybe if someone in the press would just ask her that simple question, it would shake out of her dementia, and she'd finally see that she has surrounded herself with a bunch of lunatics.

But it won't happen. And maybe soon she'll take a trip across the pond to meet the most vocal anti-war member of the UK parliament, one George Galloway, who recently extended his fame by being on the UK version of the television show Big Brother. Drudge had linked to several articles concerning his behavior on that show last week, one of which pictures him doing a robot dance in a red leotard next to a transvestite former lead singer of some band I never heard of, who donned a teal leotard. Here is the most recent link: http://www.thisislondon.com/showbiz/articles/21516694?source=PA&ct=5 The one refreshing quote in the article is from an MP in Galloway's own Labour Party, who plans to lambaste the guy when he shows up again in Parliament. George, have you met Cindy? Maybe together you could play with some clay in a room with no sharp objects. But don't let that stop you from running for Parliament again. Run, George, Run!

His appearance on Big Brother, where he willingly makes an ass of himself in front of a nation of viewers (although arguably he made an ass of himself a long time ago) is to me indicative of a disturbing trend spurred on by reality TV. It's not enough for some people to be accomplished at what they do anymore without having to parlay their success into fame, and to extend their fame on TV they'll seemingly do anything. Witness Donald Trump and the Apprentice. Or Martha Stewart and the Apprentice. Or Richard Branson and his knock-off the Apprentice. Or Paris Hilton's mom and the show where she was going to teach some country bumpkins the ettiquette necessary to be a tramp like her daughter within the classiest circles. At least with Trump, the show was successful, but most people already viewed him as a guy who is famous for being famous - few probably knew how he made his money, and fewer still probably cared. As they say, any press is good press.