Morons of the Month - June 2012

If you're under the age of 25, this month's Moron is for you.  Actually, this month's Moron might be you.

The photo above is the cream of the youthful crop that is now young Hollywood.  These lucky ducks got to have breakfast with President Obama last week in Tinseltown on his now-monthly trip to Los Angeles to raise campaign funds and invoke major traffic snarls, in that order.  Has the President ever come here to deliver an address on the state of California's woeful economy?  Or the border issues?  Or the growing unemployment rolls?

Nah. 

But he does come to Los Angeles to show off the one and only thing that he is really, really good at.  Running for office. 

And, knowing fully well that anybody with at least half-a-brain in their head will likely not be voting for him next November, he is looking to shore up the voting blocs that might make the most sense for him.  The youngsters who might be pulling an election lever for the first time.  And who better to deliver that demographic but the very stars that these kids flock to see on television or in their local movie multiplex every weekend?

So, there they were.  Hollywood's youngest and "finest."  Walking aimlessly off the Barack Cliff into the Valley of Oblivion.  The names?

Jessica Alba.

Zach Braff.

Kal Penn.

Jared Leto.

Jeremy Renner.

Some idiot from Lost, who indeed probably is.

Some clown from Glee, who will be less so in four years after another Obama administration.

Not a single IQ over 45, no doubt.

Now, don't get me wrong.  This is still America, I think.  We still reside in a democracy, I think.  You can vote for whoever you want.

But, first of all, why do I think that any of these breakfasting numbskulls have the remotest idea of history, civics, or government's inner workings?   For most of these dummies, the biggest issue in their lives is what to wear at the next People's Choice Awards.  Oh, yeah, and limo driver, can you please not drive my Escalade through the poorer neighborhoods of Los Angeles?

Hypocrits, one and all.

But, ole Barry Obama is a crafty one.  You want the youth vote?  Appeal to the idiots who can deliver the rest of the demo for you.  Those unsuspecting slobs who are just out of college and don't know any better.  That's because their minds have already been cluttered with the ultra-one-track liberal rantings of academia, which rhymes with macademia and yes, they're all nuts.

Believe me, this approach does work.  Obama has essentially turned the election process into nothing more than another episode of "America's Got Talent."  It's less about whether somebody can lead the nation.  Today, it matters to kids that the President looks like a really cool guy who can carry a tune.

On Facebook last week, I watched two denizens of this demographic got goo goo and Lady Gaga over a You Boob video where our esteemed leader was singing along to some rock song.  This was their barometer of viability.  Obama's Greatest Hits.  I would suggest that a better choice of warbling for him would be "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime," but that's just me.  Real and important issues simply clutter the thought process for America's youth.

Praise God, Barack Obama can sing.

When I first registered to vote a hundred years ago, I followed my father's lead and originally signed on as a member of the Republican party.  But, over time, I can tell you that there have been times where it made more sense for me to vote for the other side of the aisle.  And I did.  But, only after a thorough and exhaustive consideration of the issues at hand.

I only hope that the next generation does the same.  But, so far, it doesn't look that way.  Because politicians are banking that some numbskull from Lost will make you vote one way or the other.

Sad.

But what can you say about an age group that takes to battle for such ridiculous issues as dress codes at school?  Take, for instance, Stuyvesant High School in New York and the lunatics that go there.  The big fight right now?  They want the ability to dress down on what they are calling "Slutty Wednesday."

Yeah, I have a lot of hope for the future.

Dinner last night:  Pepperoni pizza at the Dodger game.