Girls Just Wanna Run Things

And the race continues---who will make it to the finish line first? After yesterday's contest in New Hampshire, where those damn Yankees dealt a blow to that twang-talking Texan Rick Perry--yup, he's been Guvner down there for 11 years I hear tell--it looks like Mitt, or as I recently heard him called, Mittens, is still out in front. But wait, don't call it over yet--the gang at CNN and the Sunday morning pundits and all those editorial writers at the newspapers still printing have more to say. They all want more--more gossip, more nonsense, more empty calories, and so they fan the waning flames with conjecture: Maybe Newt will catch up, after all he is spending millions on negative ads against all his opponents and that's gotta hurt. Don't write off Hunstman, who came in third; despite his poor showing, according to FOX News, he's surging! And bear in mind that quirky Ron Paul has quite a strong network of supporters, all those protesters who are busy Occupying parks across the country just love him. Meanwhile, "let's keep this going a while longer," the editors whine over at TIME magazine.

Sad but true, our presidential election is a horse race and we all know that whoever wins, it will be the same old, same old within a matter of weeks. After all, the current occupant of the White House is a really smart guy who had such promise and no affairs ever, and now half the country wants him gone. The problem might be this: They're all men.

I know, I know, you're thinking, "but Michele Bachmann ran and lost." Yes, but poor Michele was a girly-girl in high heels and mascara; what we need is a strong woman who doesn't have children at home, who in fact is not even married and thus has plenty of time to do something for the common good instead of her husband's laundry.  (I'd go for it myself but I've got something on the stove.) It's time for a woman to step up and pay the bills, straighten out that mess overseas and for God's sake, clean up the hall closet; then we'll see some positive results. I mean, the guys can't even find the butter in the fridge--no wonder our country is a mess.