I guess if I’d been there I would have expected the Hick, or more likely ol’ Charlie Brown, to grab the mike from the gal and lead the folks gathered in the atrium of the Webb Building in a resounding rendition of what most of us believe our national anthem is. You know, the “O, say can you see…” version. But, nope, didn’t happen.
Just a thought here. Wouldn’t one think a strong leader who fashions himself to be the best thing to plop his fanny into the mayor’s chair since Quigg Newton, would quickly understand that the proper response to Ms. Marie’s gaff would be to take charge of the situation and, yes, belt out what Francis Scott Key wrote. Maybe he doesn’t know the words. But, if he had shown that kind of leadership, why I bet his minions would have carried him on their shoulders in a victory lap around the atrium.
But, again, it didn’t happen. What did happen is that the Hick stammered, “You know I was more confused and I think I was more… What I was, was disappointed and confused and that’s why I wanted to talk to her.”
Okay. “…confused…disappointed…” Sounds like the foot-in-mouth stammering we’ve come to expect from the Hick. But wait! After huddling with his minions–who surely provided him with a more articulate, if not more please-the-masses response, he said, “The city asked Rene Marie to sing the national anthem at the State of the City event. She agreed to do so. We expected her to sing the national anthem, and she deceived us.
“Her actions show a certain lack of understanding for how strongly our community feels about patriotic symbols and traditions, and certainly overshadowed a day of great importance to our city.”
Um, the Hick’s State of the City is of “…great importance…” to whom? You can answer that one for yourselves. And, certainly, his pique had not so much to do with Ms. Marie’s deception but, rather, that it overshadowed him on that special day each year when a mayor gets to pat himself on the back whether he deserves it or not.
Not that the Hick isn’t deserving in some areas. He is. Just give me a minute to think about it and I’m sure I’ll come up with something.
Wonder what the Democratic National Committee is thinking about all this to-do. Maybe they’re wondering just exactly what kind of hick, um, yokel they entrusted their convention to. Then again, maybe the DNC will welcome Ms. Marie to repeat her performance in the Pepsi Center…a kind of PC thing to do, don’t you think.
(George did get a chuckle out of the whole damned thing.)