The Patriot Post® · Ah, Sweet Mysteries of Life

There are a number of questions I keep waiting to have answered, and I am getting doggone impatient. For instance, is Barack Obama’s mother-in-law still living in the White House? If she’s living there rent-free and dining on our dime, why do we never see her? They sure made a big deal about it when they moved her in, allegedly to help look after the grandkids, but then she fell off the face of the earth. Sort of like Bo, the invisible dog.

Next, I want to know how much money Jeffrey Immelt is being paid to be Obama’s job czar. During WWII, a great many wealthy men went to Washington to serve their country and were known as dollar-a-year men because that is what they were getting paid. So, what’s Immelt’s salary? The fact is, if he, the man who runs GE, the outfit that paid no corporate taxes last year, the man who sent major divisions of his company over to China, is getting as much as a dollar-a-year, he is definitely being overpaid.

I’d also like to know why Bill O'Reilly divides everyone into one of two groups, patriots or pinheads. The opposite of a patriot, after all, is a traitor, whereas the opposite of a pinhead is someone who isn’t a liberal.

I was taken aback when so many people got on Mitt Romney’s case for offering to bet Rick Perry $10,000. For one thing, Romney knew he was betting a sure thing. For another, he knew that Perry wouldn’t take the bet, so he might as well have offered to wager a million dollars. But the blowback seemed to come from people who resented the fact that Romney could even afford to make such a sizable bet. Well, I think by this time, we all know that the man is a multi-millionaire. As Republicans, we are not supposed to resent wealthy people for no other reason than that they happen to be richer than we are. We leave that to the mutts in the Occupy Wall Street movement and to such wealthy hypocrites as Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi, Warren Buffet, George Soros and Matt Damon.

It’s one thing when Newt Gingrich, the man who subscribes to global warming, who thinks FDR – not Ronald Reagan – was the greatest president of the 20th century and who made his money the old-fashioned way, as a Washington insider lobbying for any outfit that met his price, to attack Romney for being a successful capitalist, but quite another when it’s done by conservatives.

In a related matter, I recall years ago watching an episode of the “Bob Newhart Show” in which the Hartleys (Newhart and Suzanne Pleshette) agreed not to exchange Christmas gifts one year. But as so often happens in the world of sit coms, the missus double-crossed her hubby by buying him a present. The gift turned out to be a $1,200 wristwatch. Watching at home, I still recall how shocked I was. As a rule, characters in TV sit coms were supposed to make it easy for the audience to identify with them. But here was a female lead in the mid-1970s spending a small fortune for a watch, and nobody I spoke to afterwards had even given it a second thought.

Now, 35 years later, a great many people seem to have been knocked off their pins because one rich guy unsuccessfully challenged another rich guy to make a bet. America is definitely getting older, but we don’t seem to be maturing.

Another silly controversy seems to be brewing over Tim Tebow’s Christian beliefs. A great many people are taking him to task because he credits Christ with whatever success he and his team have, and that he occasionally kneels on the field to give God a quick thank-you. It seems that some football fans can’t stand it when a quarterback kneels down for any reason other than to run out the clock.

Well, just as no atheists are said to reside in fox holes, I assume that everyone on a football field, whether or not he kneels and bows his head, is praying not to have his knees shattered or have his brains jarred loose.

What I don’t get is why people are picking on young Mr. Tebow. After all, nobody makes a big deal of the fact that just about every time a Latino baseball player hits a home run, he points heavenward as he crosses home plate, as if thanking God for making sure that the pitcher, no doubt a non-believer, threw him a gopher ball.