Over the years I have been exposed to politicians who don’t know when to shut up–windbags who are so full of themselves that they think everyone wants to be entertained by them. I recall an interview I conducted as a young reporter in Crookston, Minnesota. Word leaked out that Hubert Humphrey was visiting the fair city, so I was told to find and to interview him. I succeeded and would walk away from the encounter with a humid memory of the day. There he was, that diminutive gas bag pouring forth volumes. I worked my way to the head of the queue and, with notebook in hand, I proceeded to get showered with a steady stream of saliva as his lips rotated at an unbelievable rpm.
I couldn’t wait to escape and when I did I hurried back to the newspaper office to scrub my face and hands. I would burn my shirt after I returned home.
Unfortunately, there have been other such walking blather factories who have crossed my path. Paul Wellstone comes to mind. So does Al Franken. But now I am pestered mightily by another–the governor of Minnesota, Tim Walz. God what a word factory that bloated, self-absorbed politician is. Watch him for all of twenty seconds and you realize he considers himself the smartest creature in the land of 10,000 lakes. There isn’t a microphone or TV camera that hasn’t been abused by him.
Please, can someone just take this swamp creature away!
Until later . . .