August 9, 2016

Just in case your local weather forecast covered it, yep, that was us. I was doing work in my office as usual and in fact had just gone out a few minutes before because I thought I had heard thunder and saw these dark low gray clouds off to the southwest. I went back in and all of a sudden it was if all the light of day suddenly disappeared. I got up and went out back and all I can say is it was like looking at a blizzard in January back in New England, except this was all brown. I tried to take a picture of it but the picture just doesn’t do justice to how much dust was in the air. It was truly amazing. It was easily the second worst dust storm I’ve seen since we’ve been here, just behind this one.

…Just another monsoon season in the Valley of the Sun.

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August 7, 2016

A few thoughts at the end of another hot August weekend and hoping we get some big rains from Javier later in the week:

…Funny, I was watching the Olympics today and they were showing the women’s cycling event. I was just thinking to myself various ways in which they could make the event more interesting – for example, like having it take place on the median strip with cars racing past them in both directions – when the leader with no one around her suddenly takes a header. Crazy man.

The same holds true with the other events; they’re all just sooo boring. For example, wouldn’t men’s volleyball be more interesting if they electrified the net? Or allowed the kayaks racing to have a gun placement on each bow? Or put sharks in the same pool as the swimmers? Now that would get me watching! Otherwise? Meh.

…So it’s the first week in August and I see at the local Fry’s the Sam Adams Summer Ales have all been replaced with Octoberfests. I understand marketing, but jeez, we’re still neck-deep in summer here. Fortunately, there were a couple of cases of Summer still around so I grabbed them. Octoberfest is my all-time fave Sammy, but everything in its good time, right?

…Headed back to the gym yesterday for my first workout since late February. Felt good. By the time the holidays come around I’ll be back in the same tip-top shape I was before my mom got sick. One of the Saturday regulars recognized me and said with a grin, “We thought you had died. You look like shit, get back to work!” Talk about incentive!

…No one listens to The Great White Shank, Vol. 4,234: So the lady who runs the Scottsdale rabbit rescue we frequent for bunny supplies had been getting pressured to move for months because the landlord wants to upgrade the property to put in hotsy-totsy home improvement companies. She’d been having no luck finding a new location, so I told her to go to the news media and start naming names, telling them a bunch of helpless, cute bunnies were about to be tossed to the curb due to a heartless landlord. She’d been resisting, expressing confidence that things would work out, but I wasn’t so sure – the landlord was playing hardball.

Turns out while I was away for Goodboys Invitational weekend things must have gotten desperate because she finally took my advice and took her plight to the Arizona Republic. I especially like the part in bolding:

A rescue sanctuary that cares for about 80 rabbits in north Scottsdale is scrambling to find a new home after the current landlord declined to renew its lease earlier this week.

Tranquility Trail Animal Sanctuary, which has operated a small shelter near Hayden and Redfield roads for five years, has just six weeks to find a new building, Executive Director Kelly Ames told The Republic. The group is setting up temporary foster homes where it can send the rabbits if it does not find a new location in time, she said.

The sanctuary pays about $6,000 per month for its 6,200-square-foot space in an industrial/office building at 7848 E. Redfield Road, Ames said. The landlord has raised the non-profit’s rent twice in the past year but had initially agreed to let Tranquility Trails stay on a renewed lease, she said.

That changed suddenly when the time came to sign lease papers, Ames said. Greater Airpark Realty Services manages the building and declined comment when contacted by The Republic.

Heh. I’ll bet! No surprise, then, that a week later, someone came forward to offer the bunnies a bigger place, less than a mile away, and at a lower monthly rent! So it’s a big win for the bunnies. Sooner or later y’all will start listening to The Great White Shank.

…You know what I like about August? Changing the music I listen to while working from surf music to classical. There’s something soft and sentimental about August that makes classical music just perfect.

…Never mind what happened to Debbie Wasserman Shultz and the rest of the DNC hacks who had to resign because of Hillary’s e-mails – DWS got a cozy gig with – gasp! – the Clinton campaign, and the other hacks will do just fine in their next Democratic Party gigs (if they haven’t already). At least they didn’t lose their lives. Is there anything Hillary touches that doesn’t result in death, destruction, or mayhem?

…When the season is over and done with and manager John Farrell has (thankfully!) been fired, we will look back on this past West Coast visit as that moment when the season was lost and the Sox’s post-season hopes were dashed. The fact is, this has become a very average team. David Price sucks. Farrell has worn out Junichi Tazawa and Koji Uehara. They need a real third baseman and a real first baseman. They could use a left fielder who can thump and perhaps a catcher as well. But first and foremost they need a manager who knows how to run a pitching staff.

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August 3, 2016

It’s the beginning of August here in the Valley of the Sun and there’s really not a whole lot to talk about. The monsoon days come and go without much rain around here, although there was beaucoup rain in the West Valley and some awesome thunder and lightning just to our south last night. The rabbits are all doing OK. The neighbors behind us are getting their swimming pool resurfaced. I’ve got all our bills paid up for the next few weeks. My dentist didn’t find any cavities. The late nights are still too warm to really enjoy a nitecap, but the pool at 93 degrees is still fairly refreshing during these humid days.

I didn’t watch any of the PGA Championship, and I’m kind of glad of it, since, whereas by all accounts Jimmy Walker is a decent human being, I’m not much of a fan and really don’t consider him major winner caliber. The Olympics are starting tomorrow and I have no interest in watching them, either. All the political polls say Hillary Clinton is ahead of Donald Trump in the polls, but when you see the mainstream media tossing mud at Trump all day long, and Hillary draw 300 at a high school gym while Trump draws 15K in Jacksonville, Florida on a weekday night, well, believe whatever you want.

My mom’s passing in June has cast a shadow over the entire summer, and I guess that’s to be expected. The clubs are still in the travel bag they came back in nearly three weeks ago. There will, I’m guessing, come a time when I’m ready to pick them up again, but whereas the flesh is willing, the spirit is weak. I’m sure by the time September comes around I’ll have the urge back, but then again, who knows?

Watching the Red Sox play lately I don’t think they’re going to make the post-season – they’re very streaky as a team when it comes to hitting, and I just don’t think they have enough starting pitching. Whatever it is that ails David Price is anyone’s guess, but he sure doesn’t look worth all the dough-re-mi they poured out for him last winter.

…oops. I think I just saw a flash of lightning out the window to the east. Think I’ll grab my glass of cabernet and head out to the back patio to check it out.

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July 29, 2016

Believe it or not, I actually watched both Chelsea Clinton’s introduction to her mom Hillary, and Hillary’s speech on the last night of the Democratic National Convention. I hadn’t planned to, but as your humble correspondent I felt it necessary that, if I’m going to comment on something as significant as the first acceptance speech made by a woman running for President for one of the major political parties, I ought to at least watch it.

(That, and the fact that right now the Red Sox are incredibly frustrating to watch. I still think manager John Farrell’s job is in jeopardy, especially if they get swept by the Angels in Anaheim. Or is it California? Or is it Los Angeles?)

But I digress.

First of all, is it OK to admit I liked that red number Chelsea wore, with the zipper going all the way down the back? Do I sound like a COG (Goodboy-speak for “creepy old geezer”)? Well so be it. I’ve never considered her that attractive or (gasp!) sexy, but I thought she wore that dress well. What struck me most about her speech (as compared to, say, those made by Eric, Ivanka, and Donald Trump Jr. during their convention speeches) was the lack of genuine, family affection towards her mother. The Trump kids were both incurably and genuinely effusive and demonstrative in their love and affection for their dad. Chelsea, I think, reserves that kind of affection more for her dad; to me Chelsea’s relationship to her mom sounded more like a respected political and business partner than loving and devoted child. Just my opinion, but in that regard I found Chelsea’s introduction to her mom just a little unsettling, if not outright creepy.

Hillary’s speech can be broken down into two separate reactions: content and presentation. As far as content goes, it didn’t really break any new ground. From its disjointed nature, I agree with Politico’s Jeff Greenfield: her speech seemed to be the work of a committee tossing in stuff here and there that Hillary wanted mentioned, then tied together in a somewhat haphazard fashion. Outside of a few sentences tossed in as purely reactionary to Donald Trump (does anyone really believe Hillary will negotiate better trade deals?) and Bernie Sanders supporters (does anyone really believe Hillary will get tough on Wall Street? Heck, they’re her largest campaign contributors!), Hillary’s speech could have been one made at any point over the past year and a half out on the campaign trail, if not the past two decades. Not a lot of detail, just a lot of rhetoric saying how Democrats care about women and children, education, healthcare, social security, and the middle class, and are more tolerant and accepting than those mean old Republicans.

As far as presentation goes, I think the speech was better than I expected. She was able – at least for the first half of it – to speak in a kind of measured, authoritative tone without falling into that screechy-shout that makes one long for fingernails scraping across a chalkboard, but that didn’t last long: as the speech went on and the crowd got louder in order to drown out Bernie protesters she started to get into more of a shouting mode, to the point where I was just about to turn the damned thing off.

The best part of her speech came when she went after Donald Trump, and there she seemed to effectively use a bit of humor mixed with ridicule that actually made me think she was actually a human being and capable of humor that wasn’t phony. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long, as immediately afterwards she dived into a litany of traditional Democratic causes and in doing so started to raise her voice and use that cadence that makes one think of a teacher chiding an unruly pupil after school. It’s not flattering to her, and, at least as far as I was concerned, it forfeited any good will she might have gained from unaffiliated or independent voters that might have tuned in.

Which leads me to my final point: its overall effectiveness. My guess is that Hillary’s speech is destined to go down as, if not a failure, than one as largely ineffectual. Ultimately, convention speeches are graded not on how you make the sale to your own party faithful, but to those who tuned in looking for a reason to crawl over shattered glass to enter a voting booth and pull the lever for you, and in this way Hillary failed. The Donald Trump critique was solid, and had it been pushed to the end of the speech perhaps it would have been more effective. But instead Hillary stupidly launched into red-meat mode, attacking the NRA and promising to use the Supreme Court to overturn its Citizens United vote, then for what seemed the gazillionth time repeating her role as a champion for women’s and children’s causes. At that I pretty much threw up in my mouth and called it a night.

I’m guessing I wasn’t alone.

The problem with Hillary’s speech was that, take away the setting and the occasion, it was nothing more than pushing “the Cause”: the same Democratic / liberal / Progressive issues that Barack Obama has been pushing these past eight years. She couldn’t help it: Hillary is cut from the same cloth, after all. Donald Trump, on the other hand, represents a movement that is neither traditionally Democrat nor Republican: it’s a populist movement designed to tear down the status quo, the Washington-Wall Street-Beltway insider “uniparty” establishment that Hillary can’t help but represent. Heck, she’s been a part of it for more than two decades.

In another year, against a different candidate (for example, Jeb Bush or Ted Cruz), Hillary’s attempt at cloaking her liberal/progressive/feminist Democrat lineage in a little Main Street populism would likely get the job done, but this year she’s running against a alpha-male populist who isn’t interested in playing the same polite game of politics that the likes of John McCain and Mitt Romney did. Like the colonists at Lexington and Concord, who chose to fight the stodgy, rigid British in a untraditional (and unexpected) guerilla fashion, Donald Trump’s movement has the kind of guerilla passion and spirit that Hillary’s admittedly well-presented message lacks.

What last night showed was a messenger and a message that is old and stale. In an election year where people are desperately seeking change, Hillary represents the Washington establishment and more of the same. And while her performance tonight was as good as anyone had reason to expect, I will be surprised if it changes the dynamic of the race for the White House much, if at all.

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July 28, 2016

I dunno. Maybe it’s because we’re in the middle of the political conventions. Maybe it’s because, due to the Summer Olympics, the PGA Championship has been moved up to just two weeks after the Open Championship. Maybe it’s because after Goodboys Invitational weekend I’m feeling more than a little golfed out right now, thank you. Or maybe it’s because I couldn’t stand watching Golf Channel’s Kelly Tilghman hosting their “Live from the PGA Championship” nightly broadcasts this week (awful!). Or, most likely, it’s a combination of all these factors.

I wish I could say I’m interested in what happens at the last major of the year but I find myself not really caring that much. It would be nice, I suppose, to see Phil Mickelson rewarded for that incredible last round at the Open Championship where he was simply flat-out beaten by Henrik Stenson, but seeing Phil in contention on Sunday is probably the only way I’ll bring myself to watch.

Were I to hazard a pick, however, it would have to be Dustin Johnson, who has to be – at least as far as I’m concerned – the favorite to win the Fed Ex Cup this year. He’s had a great year, and it would be nice to see him put the pedal to the metal, so to speak.

Just wondering: whatever happened to Jordan Speith?

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I’m sorry, you really can’t take anything that’s going on at the Democratic National Convention this week seriously. I mean, the fact that there were no American flags to be seen on the stage Monday – they only added a few after being ridiculed by Republicans – no American flags to be found anywhere on any speaker’s lapels, and no – zero mention of ISIS the first two nights of the convention tells you how unserious these people really are.

As I’ve said before, this week’s convention has always been about a Hillary coronation, rigged from the start, orchestrated solely for the Clintons and by the Clintons. Oh sure, you’re gonna see a lot of emotion out there tonight from the same tired old group of feminists who have fawned over Hillary for decades, but, regardless of how the mainstream media falls all over itself in praising Hillary – no matter what she says – the fact is that the number of voters who share the same level of love and affection of those who will be in attendance is actually very small: Hillary remains an incredibly unlikeable character, and her flaws both as a candidate and politician, and her track record as Secretary of State and co-conspirator in that criminal enterprise known as The Clinton Foundation (now apparently under investigation by the FBI, BTW) will come under increasingly sharp focus by Donald Trump, the GOP, and, yes, the mainstream media, in the coming weeks.

That’s fine, I say give Hillary her night – heck, she’s been waiting more than eight years for it. Sure, it took a entirely-rigged system and process for that to happen, and there will come hell to pay at the Democratic National Committee and for the Democratic Party following her defeat in November, but she won regardless. Now America can see for itself what having Hillary – and Bill and Chelsea – thisclose to the White House is going to look and sound like.

And if America really wants eight years of that kind of hell, well, there’s not much I can say.

To whet your appetite for the train wrech that’s sure to come tonight I offer two videos: what would have made Hillary’s acceptance speech a true highlight, and Trump supporters Diamond and Silk’s take on a “Bikers for Hillary” rally. Both are priceless. Enjoy!

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It’s time for the Red Sox to fire manager John Farrell. Sure, I’m guessing if you were to ask anyone if they’d be satisfied with the Sox being 11 games above .500 and just three games out of first place days before the July trading deadline back in March they’d be pretty satisfied with that, but the fact is that this team is under-performing and the pitching staff in particular poorly managed by Farrell pretty much from the start. One can only guess where the team would be were it not for the sheer “luck” of Eduardo Rodriguez’s knee injury in spring training forcing knuckleballer Steven Wright into the rotation – I mean, Lord knows where they’d be!

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, it’s hard to believe that Farrell was a one-heralded pitching coach. Let’s face it, folks: with the exception of Wright and Rick Porcello, the Sox pitching staff has pretty much under-performed from top to bottom, and it’s starting to get worse. Sure, the injuries to Carson Smith and Craig Kimbrel have hurt, but that doesn’t mean Farrell’s use of the bullpen hasn’t been horrendous from the very start. And while I’m no fan of Clay Buchholz, I believe Farrell has destroyed whatever confidence the fragile Buchholz might ever have had during Farrell’s tenure. And while it’s true the team’s offensive strength this year has come on the heels of its “Killer Bs” – the young trio of Mookie Betts, Jackie Bradley Jr, and Xavier Bogearts – I have a sense that Farrell really doesn’t know young ballplayers, how to relate to them, and how to get the most out of them.

With some serious talent lying just below the major league level and about to show their faces in the upcoming September call-ups, it’s time to replace Farrell with bench coach Tory Lovullo, who replaced Farrell last year while Farrell was undergoing cancer treatment and did a great job getting performances out a team that, truthfully, didn’t have the same level of talent this year’s team does. Not only am I confident he can get more out of the talent that there already is, but as the team further integrates its major league roster with new and younger blood that will be regulars as early as next year, having Lovullo at the helm will make sure this process is handled correctly. I’m also certain Lovullo will do a much better job at ensuring the pitching staff gets straightened out and performs closer to their abilities.

John Farrell must go.

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July 26, 2016

After watching the Red Sox pitching staff stink up the joint for yet another game and manager John Farrell once again mishandle his bullpen (can you believe this guy was once heralded as a pitching coach?), I figured I’d tune into to watch Bill Clinton’s speech at the national Democratic convention. I’ve never thought much of him as a person but he wasn’t that bad a president. More than anything else, and unlike his wife (who’s the equivalent of fingernails scraping across a chalkboard every time she opens her mouth), he’s always been – at least to these ears – an interesting and engaging speaker, spreading equal amounts of down-home folksy bullshit, policy wonkishness, and purpose into his speeches.

Tonight, however, wasn’t one of his better performances. Physically, there’s little doubt the former Prez has lost more than a little off his fastball, and you could tell as he waxed sentimentally about his marriage to Hillary he was really laying it on thick, the bullshit really flying. He obviously seemed to be enjoying himself being once again back in the spotlight – who wouldn’t? – but only the most rabid Clinton supporter could believe half the crap he was saying.

Me? I would have found his speech far more interesting if he had been just a tad more honest about their relationship – after all, everyone knows they’ve been traveling in separate circles for years, reserving their increasingly-forced interactions together and demonstrations of a working marriage only for those occasions and causes that serve their individual interests most. But I guess that would have been asking too much: he was given a job to do, and the good soldier (if not good husband) he is, he did it.

Following Bill’s speech came that absolutely cringe-worthy, subtle-as-a-sledge-hammer montage of male presidents making way for the inevitable, animated panel of glass shattering to reveal a smiling Hillary in what looked to me like a red Chairman Mao suit, smiling down on a convention hall left only half-full following a mass exodus of Bernie Sanders supporters earlier. It was as if we were watching a live version of Strawberry Fields, where nothing is real. Because there was little about the proceedings that seemed real. Heck, even Hillary’s supposed “live” appearance wasn’t!

All this turned out to be was a Clinton love-fest put on solely for the Clinton faithful, by the Clinton faithful. Forget the protests going on outside the arena. Forget the 700-800 Bernie supporters who had their access passes revoked for the remainder of the convention. Forget Hillary’s e-mail server woes. Forget Benghazi. Forget the WikiLeaks scandal illustrating the way the DNC truly operates. This was the act you’ve all known for so many years, back again for another encore. And who knows? If Hillary can get in the White House, perhaps they can start grooming Chelsea to take us through another generation of Clinton scandals and corruption that follows them around like the scent of a skunk.

Watching Hillary’s videotaped comments I couldn’t help but think that after all this time, is this the best the Democrats can do? Another reprise of the Clinton years? There’s no other talent out there? Two old has-beens talking the same and acting the same, only this time using their Democratic Party privileges to shove the fact that Hillary’s a woman, and fighting – yes, fighting! – for every women and child out there because, after all, only Hillary with all that experience as a former First Lady, former senator from New York, former failed presidential candidate, and former Secretary of State is truly capable of knowing what it means to be a woman, and therefore fight for the issues that women can only truly know and care about.

It wasn’t just the Bernie supporters who were missing from the evening; it was the overwhelming sense that Bill and every other male in that hall were there solely as to be subservient to Hillary and her vision for America. Because, frankly, as far as she’s concerned, males (especially white ones) don’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. They’re only there to prop her up and present a picture of her that begs credulity. As a woman, this is her time, she deserves this, she’s entitled to it, and the hell with everyone else. Her race will be run by the Clintons and for the Clintons, no one else. And anyone who dare show disloyalty – are you listening, Bernie supporters? – well, you can go find yourself another rodeo.

Unfortunately for Hillary, she’s no Bill, and never was. Which is why I’m having a hard time seeing how Hillary’s beyond phony and tired act will resonate among women. She’s a child of the ’60s, after all, and while her brand of feminism might play to a half-filled convention hall filled with Party insiders, I’m having a hard time believing it will resonate much beyond the Party faithful. And no amount of mainstream media ass-kissing – of which you can there will be copious amounts of in the coming weeks and months – is going to change that come November.

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July 24, 2016

I have to admit, I’m enjoying greatly the fact that it turns out it’s the Democrats, not the Republicans, whose national convention has turned into a nightmare with all the Wikileaks e-mail scandals now hitting the fan. The only think I’m missing is the popcorn: something I just won’t eat now that me and my teeth have entered their seventh decade of use.

But am I surprised? Hell, no. Anyone who has frequented this blog since its inception knows that there are few as more tuned into the utter and blatant hypocrisy of the Democratic Party – and liberalism in general – as The Great White Shank. I’ve been telling y’all all along that with the Democrats it has always been, and will always be, about getting elected. Democrats will say anything and do anything to push their agenda forward, even if it means supporting someone as corrupt, inept, and vile as Hillary Clinton.

Back in 2008, it took someone with the truly unique charisma, timing, and African-American identity as Barack Obama to push Hillary to the side of the curb; otherwise, Democrats would have been more than happy to make sure Hillary “had her chance”, as if in Democratic Party politics giving someone with a vagina a chance at the presidency trumped experience and raw political talent. And as she showed then, Hillary turned out to be a completely inept candidate: someone both politically tone-deaf and totally incapable of beating an opponent who had virtually nothing else going for him but his skin color.

Fast-forward ahead to 2016: the Democratic National Committee, wanting to ensure that nothing like 2008 were to happen again, greases the skids to ensure Hillary, and no one but Hillary, gets the nomination. The only problem? Everything associated with the DNC’s electronic communications, just like with Hillary’s e-mails while Secretary of State, have been hacked by Wikileaks, allowing the entire world to see not just how the inner machinations of the DNC work (something I’m sure being no different from their Republican counterparts), but their treatment of Bernie Sanders’ campaign, and, more importantly, the inherent racism and hypocrisy of the so-called “party of tolerance, acceptance, and diversity”.

As it turns out the DNC is nothing more than a reflection of their Party members when it comes to religious intolerance (seeking how to use Sanders’ Jewish heritage against him), and referring to their Hispanic outreach as “taco bowl engagement”. Can you imagine how the mainstream media would erupt if these kinds of communications came from Republicans? Oh, but there’s more. That they are not just in cahoots with all your faves in the National media, but joined at the hip to ensure that Hillary’s campaign received the most favorable coverage, and that Donald Trump’s didn’t. No surprise there: I’ve been telling y’all the same thing for years.

But I guess what gives me the most joy about the Wikileaks e-mails is how they’ve upset the applecart when it comes to the mainstream media, who spent the last two weeks telling us all just how much in disarray the Republicans were, and how their convention was one controversy after another, how much of a failure it was, and how “dark” Donald Trump’s acceptance speech was. Everything delivered from the same echo chamber. As it turns out, it’s not the Republicans who are in disarray at all, but the Democrats. That vile snake Debbie Wasserman-Shulz having to resign her post, only to have that equally-vile snake Donna Brazile take over for her as interim chair. And now apparently she’s gone. And that’s all without taking Bernie Sanders’ supporters into consideration. How are they going to handle this, both at the convention and at the voting booths in November?

Couldn’t happen to a more deserving bunch of folks.

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July 22, 2016

OK, so I’m still scratching my head about Hillary’s choice of Virginia senator Tim Kaine as her running mate. I have to admit, I didn’t understand (or even support) initially Donald Trump’s choice of Indiana governor Mike Pence as his running mate, but after watching his RNC convention speech I understood completely: Pence not only is everything Donald is not as far as demeanor and political experience is concerned, but he plays off Trump’s “outsider” persona by being someone who runs a state outside of the Washington beltway. So I get that.

Which is why Hillary’s choice of Kaine makes no sense to me. After all, Hillary’s as Beltway establishment as they come, and so is Kaine. If, as some have surmised, the choice of Kaine was to lock down Virginia’s electoral votes, then I’m thinking Hillary senses her chances of winning the White House in November are a lot more dicey than she’s been letting on. Personally, I don’t buy that argument.

So why did she choose Kaine? Some will say he speaks Spanish fluently. Who cares? Most certainly Hillary could have found someone more “Hispanic” (HUD secretary Julian Castro, for example), to carry that aspect of her campaign if she felt it that important. Had she wanted to add a little “color” to the ticket, she could have chosen former Massachusetts governor Deval Patrick or New Jersey senator Cory Booker to lock up that all-important African-American vote. Or, she could have attempted to appease the Bernie Sanders supporters by either offering him the spot (something he’s never take), or, more likely, asking that darling of the Progressive left, Massachusetts senator Elizabeth “Fauxcahontas” Warren to be her running mate. To me, these would have made a heckuva lot more sense than Tim Kaine.

I’m with “Dilbert” creator Scott Adams here: Hillary’s choice is simply to make her look like the alpha male of the ticket. I don’t know. Otherwise, what does a milquetoast, boring running mate like Tim Kaine bring Hillary Clinton? Charisma? Ha ha ha. Experience with Wall Street and the Washington politics? No one is more of a political animal in that regard than Clinton, who has seen it all, done it all, and shaken down them all for political contributions, so she don’t need that. Simply put: Kaine offers nothing to the Democratic ticket. So what gives?

I’m going to go out on a very big limb here, and y’all can laugh all you want: what if the purpose of choosing Kaine on the ticket is to have him come out of the closet as either gay or a transgender during his speech at the DNC? Most certainly, given that gays and transgenders are the “new blacks” of Democratic Party identity politics would it not be a triumphant moment for that movement to see one of “their own” on a presidential ticket?

As predictions go I’m guessing this is pretty outrageous, but then again, I can’t see any other reason for Hillary to choose someone like Tim Kaine.

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