Texas governor puts on clown show

Rick Perry (does that make his nickname Dicky?), the governor of Texas-- who may be pining for the "simpler" days of G.W. Bush when it wasn't necessary to have a brain to govern the largest state in the lower-48-- has declared a state of ersatz martial law and resolved to send the Texas Rangers to the border to "secure" it from invasion by radical drug-crazed Mexican hordes-- and he's chosen September 11th as the date to accomplish this. And the Texas Rangers wear cowboy hats! Dayum! I'll bet the 110 million bucks he's spending on this "operation" will entitle him to to wear one of those snappy white Stetsons too. though he seems a bit vague on the numbers of Rangers he'll send, and on the timetable.

Apparently the whole brou-ha-ha is a reaction to Kay Bailey Hutchinson announcing she was going to run against him for governor. Little Dicky is throwing down the glove and callin' out big-bad ol' Kay Bailey for a showdown on Main Street.

The lovely thing is the language he's using to shape the debate. I do believe Mr. Perry thinks he's living somewhere on the Afghan frontier, and does believe we're at war with our neighbors across the border, who are in some unholy alliance with those proto-socialists who are running Washington, DC nowadays. Believe me, when panty-waisted bureaucrats start mouthing military speak to talk about the situation in their state, they're feeling desperate, they don't have the imagination to talk about the situation in any other way, and there are still a vanishingly few voters who will be stirred and convinced by that vacuous and empty militaristic national security rhetoric. Let's just look forward to that day when those last jingoist voters realize they're being exploited and patronized by what's left of the no-brain right, and democracy prevails.

Bye, bye Dicky. Go buy a house in G.W.Bush's neighborhood (I'll bet it's pretty "secure") and try and stay out of trouble. I'm sure you'll find many native English-speaking Texans to take care of your yard work, watch the kids, cook your meals, and repair your gutters and your car. And wear that white Stetson proudly. You bought it with taxpayer money! Fair and square.