The State of the Union, explained, sort of.

Last night we had the annual new year freak-o-rama The State of the Union address. Shortened for Americans to SOTU, because we don't have enough time to say all four words. It is the time of year when the pres gets to tell everybody what a bang up job he has been doing. The state of the union is never stronger than it is for the hour (give or take) the president spends talking about the strength of the union.

What will it take to get you into this presidency?

I don't watch it, never have. In the words of Bob Dylan "you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows." Besides, it is always a little bit reminiscent of a cartoon used car pitch.

"This administration is perfect for you, low mileage, sporty, responsive, with enough style to get you from point A to point B faster and more comfortably than any other car in history. Man, how would you like to get to point B? No place finer, and no better way to get there."

"I don't know, there seems to be a lot of scratches, dents and rust from multiple ongoing federal investigations and numerous indictments and convictions." The nation says, skeptical, and wary.

"That's only character from weathering so many witch hunts." Our intrepid executive salesperson replies.

He shoots, he scores.

I normally catch the highlights. And today it was almost impossible to tell if Trump was invoking the royal "We" when discussing the accomplishments of his presidency. "I did this, you can thank me." Or, if he was trying to say, "me and these other guys did this, you can thank me." He does like to take credit for things. So, thank you, president tweeter.

Rational Alternatives

So, I watched a movie. "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." It was far more informative, a lot more entertaining and about the same length.

The campaign is heating up, though. Candidates are massing at the frontier. Every new message brings ill news. We can only live in fear of what next January will bring.