Granted, my hope for the American political world wanes more by the day, even within the party I technically belong to, but I'm in no rush to speed towards the political doomsday that would be the election of Texas Governer Rick Perry to President. But, apparently, polls suggest we may be headed in that direction.
Because anytime we can elect a guy that called the the head of the Federal Reserve, Ben Bernanke, a traitor for printing money (what does he think the Fed does?) and then threatens him with physical violence, you just have to elect him. Not to mention, I prefer a leader that strongly believes that, instead of listening to group thought and scientific theory during tough economic times, organizes a large prayer group in a Texas football stadium to ask Jesus for his economic expertise! He's got a point though, right? Why waste time with mere mortals when you can go right to the omniscient source.
Now, in all seriousness, Rick Perry will hit the stump and spins yarns about his "Texas Miracle," asserting that Texas sailed through the past recession unscathed. And after all, since 2009, 37 percent of all new American jobs were created in the lone star state. That's a pretty good statistic to scream from the stump, the mouthbreathers will suck that in just as happily is they would the aroma from the fried butter at their state fair. Except, upon further inspection, the Texas Miracle doesn't like so miraculous. See here and here.
So what are we left with? A Texas blowhard who wears boots, talks a good game, and appeals to the "everyman" with his "everymanness." Kind of reminds you of someone, eh? Except at least that last someone guised himself as a "compassionate conservative." This latest incarnation leans so far to the right, and is so abashedly proud of it, he just comes off like a true asshole.
I never thought I'd pray (and I use that term loosely, of course) for Mitt Romney to win the Republican nomination. But, I think, he at least has a tad of sense to him. I'm just not sure how the world would react to Americans electing some glorified Texas preacher to the highest office in the world. We've been there before and it wasn't pretty.