Thursday, July 7, 2016


I realize that the premier law of the land states,
No Person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President; neither shall any person be eligible to that Office who shall not have attained to the Age of thirty five Years, and been fourteen Years a Resident ...
but since the actual law doesn't matter anymore, I think Trump should consider Nigel Farage for his Vice Presidential running mate. It's not like anybody could realistically hold up the rule of law in some lame denial of Trump's right to choose his own running mate. It's not like it's an actual crime. And, let us be honest, the VP job is the best sinecure on earth. All you have to do is appear sober once or twice a month, gabble something pointless and meaningless and retire to your garden. Funny how some people consider Biden's experience as VP qualifies him as a possible DNC rival to the anointed one.

Meanwhile, here in MetroParkCentralis, the city darkens. I went downtown this afternoon only to find many of the major roads had been completely resurfaced with fresh blacktop an inch deep or were in the process, to make it all look all shiny and new in the square mile that the TV coverage will show of the city that has enjoyed an overwhelming explosion of dynamic capitalism and resurgent enterprise!

Still, it does look impressive and little different from the city I remember of 5 years ago when I went through it the very first time, lost and alone and it struck me then, as it strikes me now, that the casual vandalism and litter that marked the cities of my youth isn't there. I don't know what it will look like after Occupy and the rest of Bolsheviks and anarchists have spent a week or two making their own distinctive mark on the place that I have no doubt budgeted for the events leading up to the event, the event itself and security for the event but probably didn't even think about the post occupation cleanup. Phase V always escapes most planners.

If the title makes you think of a cherished Consul of Rome appointed by Hillary, that's not my fault.


OldAFSarge said...

I'm guessing it would be alright for Trump to pick Farage as his running mate as long as he could show that he did it without malicious intent.

Everything is legal as long as you do it from ignorance or sloth, I guess.

Captain Steve said...


HMS Defiant said...

Just so.

virgil xenophon said...

"Everything in Jersey is legal until you get caught."

-------Bob Dylan, Tweeter & The Monkey Man, the Traveling Mulberrys.

HMS Defiant said...

I like the Wilburys. The Mulberrys must surely be a darker horse of another color altogether. :)

virgil xenophon said...

Naw, the mulberrys were floating portable (i.e., "traveling" ) docks used by the Brits at D-Day, remember, my man the "Former Navy Person?" :) Wondered if you'd bite. :)

HMS Defiant said...

Ah, the shortlived Mulberrys of Normandy. I should have known. If only they had the sense to use opus caementicium. They'd still be trundling Kias and Hondas through the new ports of Normandy and wouldn't the French show their gratitude for us building all those new ports... :)

I shall retire for a moment to think of the French word for gratitude. It's on the tip of my tongue but I can't quite's probably German.

And yes, I bit.