He stood flatfooted and boasted that he had earned mucho dinero, or political capital, as he faced the American people, after his second coming as the savior of our way of life, with liberty and justice for all.  His devout cronies scuttled John Kerry’s swift boat, and as it hit bottom in the muddy waters of Vietnam, George Bush lived up to his word.

He spent money at a rate that was unprecedented in history.  The greenback printers doubled their forces and went on around the clock production.  Appropriations were cut for the day to day operation of our fifty state spread, whilst Iraq, Afghanistan, and Halliburton yelled “More, more!” and put Oliver Twist’s volume to shame.

Thence, the better than fifty percent of the voters who claimed that Ohio’s count was rigged swore a mighty oath that they’d had quite enough of the Texas two-step, and the reign of Bush began to deteriorate.

“A guy who couldn’t even get the Texas Rangers into the playoffs ain’t going to be able to run a country!” they began to claim.

They sharpened their hatchets, and as George Bush ascended to the throne for his encore, an opposing force of dissident Democrats congregated and began their assault on Inauguration Day, back in January of 2005.  The race for the Presidency, come 2008, kicked off with a frenzy.

Since that time the cast has varied and the fur has been flying with a fervor seldom seen in the good old U.S. of A.  It’s been root hog or die for, lo, the years of 2005, 2006 and 2007, and there’s still a matter of months to select a different Jefe Grande this coming November.  But you know all that stuff and like me I figger you picked the MVP you most admired, or despised.  This is the American way and Democracy’s finest hour.

The presidential aspirants number was legend for a long spell, but lately is thinned to a party of four or five.  Clinton and Obama are locking horns as Democrats while McCain and Huckabee are still in the game as Republicans, but none of them match the dexterity of my personal hero.  Joe Lieberman is my pick of the litter.

You’ll recall that he ran for primary nomination as a Senator from Connecticut but he got bushwhacked by young Ned Lamont.  Now Joe didn’t take kindly to that treatment, so he girded his loins and was successfully reelected as an Independent.  He kept his seat amongst the Democrat congregation and thumbed his nose at any and all who found fault with his tactics.  He was as out of place as a duck-billed platypus in the Sahara Desert.  But, by George, he proved he was a survivor.  And it’s my opinion that he ain’t through yet, as a gifted party crasher.

Keep your eyes peeled anytime John McCain is delivering one of his frequent and impassioned soliloquies on what he’s going to do after he’s elected President.  That little guy in the background is likely to be Joe Lieberman.  He could be Vice Presidential timber.

Hop scotch holds no mystery for Joe, and a tie-breaker with Rick Perry for political flip-flopping might be in the offing!

Let me hear from you.

My phone number is 254-893-5063.

My postal address is 333 W. Ayers, De Leon TX 76444.

You can e-mail me at Charles@CharlesChupp.com.

By Charles Chupp, Copyright ©2008 Charles Chupp