I had no intention of watching the SOTU address last night.
For years they have been a laundry list of lies, half-truths, promises never intended to be kept, long on unmemorable clichés and short on substance.
The spectacle of one side of the room erupting in euphoric standing ovations at the end of every sentence while the other side sits in stony silence no matter what is said never fails to strike me as pathetic.
Like I said, I never watch the State of the Union but my wife wanted to hear what the president has to say about her new American heroes, the “dreamer children”.
I think she picked up a brain virus from the yentas on Facebook.
I’m glad I listened to her as the experience was most enlightening.
At the very least it was refreshing not to hear what a horrible country the USA is and how wicked its inhabitants are unless they are indigent, recently arrived and have a dark complexion.
On a slightly deeper level it was a masterful performance of flourishing rhetoric, maintaining an engaging delivery and never bogging down in any one particular subject matter.
But the true genius of it, and its iconic stature lies in how it has ripped the veil from those who call themselves Democrats.
The visual spectacle of their reactions to the spoken word clearly demonstrated to the world what the Democrats stand for and what they are against.
In no particular order they are for;
Likewise, they are against;
Today someone referred to themselves as a Rockefeller Republican.
I said that’s nice, he’s dead for forty-two years. I’m a Trump Republican.