.    ……………..but not this woman !

Let the record show that this writer has absolutely no issues with female leadership, whether it be my community association, the police chief, a governor, a senator, or POTUS.    You would have thought folks would have learned with Geraldine Ferraro in 1984 (for those of you in Birdsboro, PA, she ran unsuccessfully for VP), or with the current Emperor of the Land in 2008 and 2012, that hiring a totally unqualified person for a leadership role can backfire big-time.    When we as a falling nation want to break barriers, whether they be color, gender, age, whatever, try and do so  with quality and experience and character.

I used to believe that the American public was pretty savvy about their political picks, usually opting for patriotism and character and their wallets.  I no longer believe that to be true, as the influence of money (on both political parties) and dependence (the prime tool of the Proglibocrats) now dominates the public’s decision making.   Ask yourself what the ramifications might be when 51% of our electorate is on some form of the public dole.

Hillary Clinton has the exact same qualifications to be POTUS as the wife of Brett Favre (Deanna) has to quarterback the Green Bay Packers for the next four years.   Deanna knows the playbook cold from living with her husband’s quarterbacking career, and she knows all the players and coaches.    Hillary has a similar resume, except for the few times she has fumbled the ball when given any serious responsibility (Whitewater, Benghazi).    WHAT THE HECK !

Where can one in the journalistic field enjoy the greatest degree of job security ? Why, Rolling Stone magazine of course.   And not only can one feel safe and comfy about maintaining one’s job,  but can also rely on their employer to cover your reputation from even your most egregious errors.  Wow, sign me up !

The magazine finally retracted its piece regarding an alleged gang rape at one of U.Va’s fraternities when an independent study by the Columbia University School of Journalism found serious flaws in the concoction of the story, and the Charlottesvile, VA police found no substanitive basis to support the  article’s depicted assault.  But instead of a full and honest apology, famed publisher of Rolling Stone, Jann Wenner,  suggested that the piece represented an isolated and unusual episode, and that the writer of the piece, Sabrina Erdely, would continue to write for the magazine.   Mr. Wenner went on to attribute the primary blame on the source of the article (Jackie), whom he called “a really expert fabulist storyteller” who managed to manipulate the magazine’s journalism process.  Oops, forgot to add that Mr. Wenner gave free passes also to the magazine’s managing editor (Will Dana ) and the editor of the article (Sean Woods).    How’s that for job security ?   And how many of us have bosses that would go that far out on a limb for us ?   WHAT THE HECK ! 

To me, the sorriest epilogue to this story comes straight from the horse’s mouth, the writer of the hoax Sabrina Erdely, who in exchange for keeping her job (my conclusion), profusely apologized to Rolling Stone’s readers, her colleagues, and “any victims of sexual assault who may feel fearful as a result of my article”.   How about the other victims whose reputations you have smeared, Ms. Erdely – the University of Virginia and its alumni, its President Teresa Sullivan, the fraternity in question on the grounds of U.Va., and the Greek system in general ?

As the never-ending talks between the good guys (us, Germany, Russia, UK, France) and the bad guys drags on day by day, I have come to the conclusion that this administration, and John Kerry in particular, are really, really bad negotiators.   The eventual cost of this sorry state of affairs to the world as a whole could be catastrophic.   But in trying to maintain good humor, I have two things to say.   First, I’m thankful that I do not have to sit at that table listening to diplomats and staffers and mullahs and henchmen drag on and on about the same old topics for weeks at a time.   Secondly, I need to position myself to be the first buyer in line when John Kerry sells his residence, wherever that may be.  If I keep negotiating long enough, and make increasingly absurd demands, I am likely to get the home for 50 cents on the dollar, with two years of homeowners insurance,  six months use of his maid staff, and maybe even a pool boy,  thrown in for free.