Put Down that Selfie Stick

In hindsight, maybe a selfie stick is not the best thing for a governor to own.  The value of a simple calendar and schedule was highlighted when our reality tv governor went all 60 Minutes on the legislature last Monday.

Governor Granite was marinated in a kettle of Breitbart and Beck stew, so it's not surprising he'd try his own hand at video manipulation.  It's not surprising that it backfired so spectacularly either.  Phonies breed phonies and we put a big one in the Frankfort mansion.

I'm sure the 3 republicans who got waxed in Tuesday's special elections can't wait for his next Instagram broadside.  He might sing the New Hampshire state song for them.

Maybe the Rs got overloaded on democracy Saturday and were too Trump drunk to show up for Tuesday's special elections.  Or even harder to believe, maybe the state Democratic party woke up.

Either way, the Bevinator's reality tv debut didn't help as the D's locked down the state house for another year.  I'm betting he'll leave his selfie stick in the office for the coming budget battle. He'll need something a bit sturdier for Speaker Stumbo.

The Rand Caucus held in our dear state on Saturday played well in the ongoing Republican reality pageant. But seems like a long way to go for a carpetbag Senator whose done nothing but try to get promoted since getting elected.  And, as stated,  it sure didn't get the troops fired up to take over the state legislature.

Of course, Herr Trump is going to fix it all so they probably figured they didn't need to come back out. He took the caucus over the Canadian, Cruz.   I wonder what goes through rational people's minds when they have to choose between the Donald and the Cubo-Canadian?  I'll probably never know, since I haven't met a rational person who'd choose either.

The world lost two of it's more interesting rational people this week.

I wasn't a fan of Nancy Reagan primarily because I wasn't a fan of her husband.  Her "Just Say No" campaign was the kind of simplistic, jingoistic junk that makes me want to throw cars at toddlers. It looks good on a bumper sticker, like most Republican ideas, but just doesn't work in reality.

But I admire her.  She was influential, she was classy, and she was clearly devoted to her husband.  She might have been the real power behind Ronald Reagan.  That says a lot.

Finally, when I was in the first grade, I convinced my mom to take me to the record store in Ashland for a single  of "She Loves You" by a new combo called the Beatles. From the time I was 6 until I was 13, I bought every album that band put out. I really wanted to be the fifth Beatle.

George Martin has been called the fifth Beatle, but in reality, he was THE Beatle.  He signed them. He forged their sound.  He took their rough songs and spun them into 3 minute masterpieces. He oversaw a musical catalog that is the standard by which all popular music is judged to this day.

Without him, nobody would know John, Paul or George.  He'd tell you Ringo would have made it anyway.