I just heard a few chunks of Howard Dean’s address to the Pacific Council in Los Angeles. It was pretty good. He took many points, set them up, discussed them. I’m not saying he’d last long on the SDMB, but at least he spoke better than most politicians I’ve heard in the past 2 1/2 years. At least, until he spoke of his ideas. Well, not ideas per se. IDEARS.
He wasn’t the sharpest public speaker I’ve heard. But he made several good points. It was his IDEARS that scared me.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m from Minnesota. I say such travesties to the English language as “Wanna come with?” and “You Betcha”. But I am not currently running for office.
I do run to my office occasionally, but only when I need to fart in private, or when I hear my phone ringing.
But as a normal, every day, beer drinking, pickup driving, (sans flag) office farting, red blooded Merican male, I found myself cringing every time I heard the man who’s goal is to be the leader of the free world telling me that he had an* idear.*
If a man told me that he had an idear on what bait to use, I’d listen. If a man told me that he had an idear on why I’m on my second high pressure hose on my power steering pump, I’d take a listen.
But when a man makes valid point after point on the current administrations failings on foreign and domestic policy, I want to get a firm understanding on what his policies, agendas, and solutions are to the complexities of today’s world. I sure as hell don’t want to hear his idears.
Mr. Dean. Please repeat after me.
Eye-Dee-YA.
I-d-ea
Idea
Eye-Dee-Ya.
No “r”.