I don’t like State of the Union speeches, delivered by presidents of either major party. They are long, theatrical including human props, boring, and normally inconsequential.
Half the chamber cheers when they are supposed to do so. The other half expresses their irritation in a variety of ways.
It is as formalized as kabuki. One of the presidency’s many rituals, like pardoning the turkey and presiding over an Easter egg hunt.
Sometimes I can bring myself to read them, after the fact, but not this year. Political commentary isn’t my job after all, it’s only a hobby so I get to skip the parts I don’t like. I’ll settle for browsing pundit commentary.
Apparently Joe’s Dr. Feelgood got his meds just about right last night. Heard from the other room, he was on full rant, exhibiting chemically induced energies he hasn’t spontaneously felt in years. Don’t you wonder how much Viagra and amphetamine his speech night Rx includes?
