HISTORICTOMY?

On the morning of August 28, I turned on my computer, and a news service told me we’d had a historic night. Later in the day a newspaper headline reiterated that sentiment. (Do you ever get the feeling there aren’t too many different news sources? Do you ever feel they’re often as objective as Gary Trudeau, for whom “Dad, it’s 1985,” is about as hilarious as the last-panel punch lines get? Do you ever ask yourself why generally unfunny left-wing propaganda like that is insinuated into the funny papers? Is that a commentary on your newspaper?)

A little recollection, though, persuaded me that, by golly, it HAD been a historic night, at least insofar as concerns my own memory and typical, American lack of expertise in Clio’s domain. I think it was the first time in history that a person with absolutely no experience in governance or command, no more than a brush of acquaintance with a branch of federal government, and NO demonstrable credentials for the office was nominated for the Presidency. (I think it’s 50-50 that they could have walked out on a sidewalk, nabbed a random passer-by, and got an equal nominee.)

Historic, yes, but so were April 15, 1865; December 7, 1941; November 22, 1963; September 11, 2001; June 28, 1914; and April 17, 1961. God save us from another historic night in November, but let’s not just trust in God – Pelosi and pals haven’t switched our motto yet, have they? – let’s WORK, WORK, WORK to defeat B.O. and keep America-haters from positions of influence.