Hats off to Roger Kaplan for advancing the Pop for President Movement, of which I was unaware until this morning, but of which I heartily approve, and will cancel all other entertainment to promote. What an improvement in competence and character Gregg Popovich would be over the hair-balls the two “major” parties are likely to cough up this year.
The Democrats will almost certainly offer up a left-wing crazy of no accomplishment who is a serial liar, mean as a snake, possessor of a heart so hard a coyote wouldn’t eat it, and an enabler of a sexual predator. The leading Republican is an egomaniacal, more-than-slightly bent wheeler-dealer who combines the worst characteristics of P.T. Barnum, Benito Mussolini, and Don Rickles on his un-funniest day. This would definitely be Pop’s year. I do so hope he gets in, thereby giving sentient Americanos a choice they can live with this year.
With Pop as president there would once again be clarity and adult supervision at 1600. Just imagine the no-frills press conferences. After some Ivy League twit of a reporter asks a rambling, three-minute, brain-dead question, Pop’s response would be, “Yes,” or, “No,” or maybe, “That’s too dumb to answer.” It would be swell. The presidential press secretary would no longer be obliged to defend the indefensible.
Of course, Pop would hate to leave his beloved San Antonio Spurs. But I’m sure he could turn the team over to Tim Duncan for eight years, confident that the boys would be in capable hands.
Run Pop run! Your country needs you.
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