Where do we start? Well, Pete is the golden boy of the Democratic Party and that's mainly because he's young, good looking, and...most importantly...gay. They actually consider him Presidential material. At the rate that our quality of leadership is dropping, that just might be true.
He started in the military and before you think he saw major battle, keep in mind that he was essentially the personal driver of a general. The most precarious thing he had to deal with was when his gas meter registered 1/4 full.
Inexplicably, almost like the plot line of a 70s Norman Lear sitcom, he then wound up as Mayor of South Bend, Indiana...a town full of potholes that he couldn't get fixed. And that makes it even more ironic that President Joe Dementia named Pete to be his Secretary of Transportation! In charge of planes, trains, automobiles, and boats---all of which literally stopped operating with Pete in charge.
Remember the supply change issue last year? That was under Pete's watchful eye. Except at that exact time he took four months off for paternity leave as he and his hubby were acquiring another child. Everybody on the Democratic side was ebullient on his being a gay parent. Meanwhile, every new appliance coming into this country was stuck on a barge somewhere near Sam Pedro.
Somewhere along the way, Pete started talking about the US road infrastructure was racist because it didn't serve Black communities. Not that he knew how to to fix that. At the same time, airline travel was becoming almost impossible to endure, which I am sure Pete could appreciate from his 1-A seat on a private jet wherever he needed to go.
Of course, there were only minor catastrophes when compared to what happened to air travelers around Christmas time when people and suitcases were stranded all over the 50 states. Pete's response was that he saw this coming. But did nothing to stop it.
Isn't that like the typical politician? "I told you so." Naturally, this lummox has no answers. He doesn't even know what the questions are.
Maybe he would be better off with that Norman Lear sitcom. Starring as himself.
Dinner last night: Veal ravioli at Piccolo Paradiso.
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