I voted Republican this time around, but I am a little disgusted with GWB’s piously heart healthy lifestyle where he’s making the poor Secret Service guys chase him around for his five mile power run every morning, rain or shine.
I was watching BookTV on CSPAN2 this evening because that’s just the kind of pseudo-intellectual couch potato I am, and there’s this “book thing” where Al Gore is pimping this book he and Tipper wrote, and there’s this shot that lasts about 40 seconds of Al Gore sitting at the table at this book conference luncheon and this woman is nattering on and on to him about something or other, and he is just packing it away. If his meal had legs it still wouldn’t have stood a chance his fork was moving so fast.
Stab eat, stab eat, stab eat, stab eat, this Tennessee trencherman isn’t even coming up for air. His replies to his chatty hostess at the table are an occasional “Murph”… “Rumph” and “Um… Humph” as he stuffs his mouth with a rapidity and determination I found awe inspiring. It’s not like I’m sweet on him or anything, but I found myself wishing I could be at his table, keeping pace with the big guy mouthful for mouthful, but we wouldn’t have making any inappropriate eye contact. Nope, just two big guys concentrating on their food, making sure it was being relished properly with maybe an occasional grunt to each other if we wanted the rolls or the salad dressing passed.
I wasn’t too thrilled with Clinton and that’s most of the reason I really didn’t want to consider Gore, but after watching clean his plate, I’m thinking that I’ve got to admire a man that is unashamed in his gusto for the good things in life and maybe… just maybe I should have given him a chance instead of a man that chokes a pretzel. Al Gore wouldn’t have choked on that little pretzel. It wouldn’t have stood a chance as it crunched between his powerful molars or he may have simply swallowed it whole and looked for another.
Time for a snack.
