Word on the street has it that our esteemed President Obama made the Sunday morning talk show circuit this weekend. The intended purpose was to spread the good news about the health care debate (debacle).
We all know this president is the first one in decades who has achieved bona fide rock star status. Not since John Kennedy has there been so much adoration of an elected official. Granted, Mr. Obama is not bad on the eyes and is a personable man. Although he’s a gifted writer, I find his speaking engagements to be tediously political in nature, which is why I follow him about as little as I follow any other career politician. I don’t wish to judge politicians by their flowery double-speak; I want to judge them by their actions.
Well, the Sunday outing was almost a complete circuitd. It appears Mr. Obama passed up Fox News, as well as the Home Shopping Network, Cartoon Network, SPIKE TV, Vh1, The Fishing Channel, AMC, Lifetime for Women and all of the premium channels.
I am late reporting this non-news as I am an interested but disenfranchised-by-media independent citizen. The only thing that makes me crazier than the media is politicians and besides, listening to them is a waste of my precious time. I am proud (annoyed, dismayed) to report that I was working on Sunday, and was thus holed up in my office toiling on a long delayed project, far, far away from that evil contraption, the Boob Tube. I have a stack of books to read that could circle the globe (or at least my neighborhood) as well as a serious novel re-write to tackle. Someone has to mow the lawn, do the laundry and give the dog a bath and that someone is me.
One thing you can say about Mr. Obama, he has a love affair with the TV. He’s on every day, sometimes twice, thrice, five times a day. Everything is a sound bite, a snappy comeback or self-deprecating sly joke. We should dedicate one (or more) entire network(s) to Mr. Obama. Obama TV. That would make it easier for all of us to find him.
I infrequently suffer from insomnia (thank goodness), on those nights when the cat decides to usurp my side of the bed. You haven’t lived until you’ve been bed-hogged by a surly cat that will bite you back to three inches of space at the edge of the mattress. On those nights, I watch infomercials.