Sometimes a blizzard of words obfuscates the true worth of the subject of those words. Mr. Trent Lott used a great many words that did not hide the true import of his being the subject of national interest. All the President’s pundits and all the Conservative Ultra-Right-Wingers could not develop enough words to protect their spokesman, Trent Lott. He had to go.
It is interesting to note that he is lamented in some quarters. I suppose the genuine racists are sorry he did not get the sympathy they thought he deserved. They, like turkeys not wanting to betray themselves by keeping their heads down and their gobbles quiet, are smart birds. There are still racists and turkey gobblers stalking out there in the woods.
We have discovered that the right wing government we currently are employing with our tax dollars hoped that Mr. Lott would extricate himself from his bungled job of shooting himself in the foot. What he did was to shoot his party in the backside for that is the part of the anatomy his party showed him. He did not cover himself with glory with all his self-abnegation. Rather, he exposed the shallowness of his soul as well as the dirty Klan undershirt he still wears. We hope that Senator Byrd really has shed his history as a Klan member. His background is just as mired in segregationist soil as that of Mr. Lott. Mr. Byrd has had the good fortune to not repeat the mistakes of airing his deeply held convictions, as has the hapless Mr. Lott.
The blizzard of words is just that. A meaningless babble obscures the simple fact that some of our elected leaders lead us into regrettable affairs such as this. Joe McCarthy was one. He was a particularly evil one. William Jefferson Clinton was another. He transgressed sexually and lied and lied and lied. They lie and when discovered the apologists and the enemies raise THEIR heads and gobble, gobble and gobble. The blizzard of words goes on and on.
The good thing about this plethora of verbiage is that you get to see the true colors of the speakers in shining explicitness. They shoot themselves in their feet while trying to explain away the unexplainable. What we should be thankful for is the freedom of speech we enjoy and the freedom that others have to make jackasses out of themselves. A prosecutor once asked, “Have you no shame?” Mr. Lott had no shame but did the right thing in the end. (Please note the modest number of words about this that I have added.)