Name that Party: the return of an old parlor game

This little game, popular several years ago, had apparently fallen into desuetude. I’ve written earlier about this game here, here, and here. To play, you read a news story about a politician caught with his pants down or his hand in the cookie jar. According to the rules of the game, the politician’s party affiliation is not mentioned. It is up to the reader to guess what it is. The public soon became tired of this game because the unmentionable party was always Democrat. Republican miscreants were always identified.

This particular instance involves serious allegations of voter fraud by the Mayor of the St Louis County municipality of Berkeley. The FBI was involves in an investigation of improper handling of absentee ballots. In this case we have two two-fers: not only is the party affiliation not mentioned, but also the race of the suspected cheater. There are two news accounts, one by St Louis Post-Dispatch reporters here and another, based on the Post story, by the Associated Press. The latter story was picked up by the Kansas City Star and the Columbia Daily Tribune.

In the AP story neither the party nor the race of the miscreant was mentioned. (The Post story showed a photograph of the Mayor, revealing his race.) We leave it to the reader to play this game and get the correct answers. It is rather delicious that the reportage mentions that a St Louis County elections official was a Republican, but declines to specify the party of the Mayor. This reminds me of the Minneapolis Star-Tribune refusing to call Somali Muslims implicated in terrorism anything but “Minnesota men.” The Powerline blog had extensive fun with this politically correct reflex.

“Name that party” of course raises the issue of journalistic bias. Interestingly, in  the same issue the Columbia Tribune published an article from a retired University of MIssouri journalism professor disputing “the attacks by Donald Trump’s campaign against my colleagues.” I’ll comment on that article in the next post.    Troglo

Troglo  (L. H. Kevil)

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The voters’ presidential choices – brilliantly depicted

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This cartoon by the incomparable Ramirez courtesy of the great guys at the Powerline blog.

There are only two choices: a vote for Hillary is not an option. Either vote for Trump or do not vote for President. I am personally moving away from Evan McMullin, whose immigration policy is deficient. He claims “legalization is not amnesty. “ Unacceptable. Hoping against expectation, I might well vote for Trump.

I also believe more than ever that:

  • There should be closed primaries, to prevent hijacking by Democrats seeking to choose the weakest Reublican.
  • There must be a Conservative party for Missouri. It should inform voters of the real issues concerning  candidates for office as well as the initiatives and constitutional amendmensts that threaten our state. It should endorse candidates who meet our criteria and have sought our endorsement. We would accept people registered as conservative Democrats or Republicans (knowing that conservative Democrats are officially an endangered if not extinct species and there are too many liberal Republicans.) We would hope to attract the support of some of the Libertarian and Constitution party supporters. Where both the Republican and Democrat candidates for an office are too liberal to support, we should run our own candidate.    Troglo

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What is a leppo? – This burning question answered

Surprisingly unknown to many, leppos are humanoids like those from Middle Earth. Their origin is in Raqqa, whence the terms raqqet and raqqeteering. They are now found worldwide. They sometimes take on human appearance, but perceptive scrutiny can see always through their many disguises. They have adapted well to – or infiltrated – urban and suburban environments. Appearing warm and cuddly at first, their mood can turn quickly and reward the unsuspecting with a vicious, often poisonous bite. Originally scavengers and predators eating dead and decaying matter, they prefer to feed off the gifts of the people they have gulled and often raid food pantries. They leave behind feces and disease, polluting the human food supply. Those who are in the know can locate them year-round, but they typically become more visible to most of us around Hallowe’en every other year. Their facial expressions, or masks, are well suited to this holiday. Like science-fiction creatures concealing their real appearance, their real but unacknowledged ambition is to conquer the world. Though pests themselves, they cunningly promise to rid us of the other pests, if only we give them the ability to do so.

Male leppos have type A personalities. Greedy to get our food, they promise to deliver us from the other undesirable pests, like skunks, rats, hedgehogs, possums, and the like, but of course at the price of granting them that power. They like to brag and beat their chest like Tarzan. One is on the Presidential ballot. Promising to stem the invasion of foreign mice and rats, this authoritarian faux Republican now brags about his big, beautiful door to let them back in. With a siren call he guarantees to keep our food supply safe and growing. But we have only his word, backed by a sad record of vainglory and muddled policies enunciated, revised, then taken back or reversed. Despite their vehemence, leppo promises, no matter how appealing, never pan out.

There are two kinds of female leppos. With serpentine mellifluousness one kind simply promises to rid us of the male leppos. This might appear desirable, since the leppo population would then dwindle. But dangling sexual blandishments these sirens seduce and then mate with the male leppos, producing rino-leppos. This tragically increases the leppo population considerably. The other kind of female affects a retreat into a devious catatonia signaled by an evil rictus in their mask. They use human surrogates for their ends, treating them like the vermin the males vainly promise to eradicate. Less direct than the males, these females are even more untrustworthy.

Gary Johnson of course knew what leppos were, but for political purposes chose to play possum. We now have two leppos on the presidential ballot. They are likely citizens born in the US, though in an underground burrow. But if a leppo we must have, how to break the conundrum of how to vote? The female spreading stolen gifts to voters has charmed them and appears destined to win. A vote for her would be unconscionable. Some argue the male leppo is less harmful than the female, who is of the second kind. If every single vote counted, it might be reasonable to vote for him. But if he is destined for a big loss, why waste a vote and go along with his fracturing of the Republican Party? A vote for the loser would be wasted since it would not signal our aversion to the future leppo empire.

Why not reform the system and create a negative vote? Such a vote would deduct from the total of the candidate receiving it. Then a negative vote for the female leppo would reveal our disdain, and would spare us a positive vote for the male. But in the absence of this sensible reform, fortunately we do not have to vote for a leppo. There are humans on the ballot. There are also in the presidential contest a human Lewis-Carroll-like marijuana-saturated caterpillar and two actual humans: a radical physician and a moderate conservative, Evan McMullin. A vote for the latter would appear best.    Troglo

Troglo (L. H. Kevil)