Mano-a-mano

The Governator.

Who woulda ever thunk I’d come to support “The Governator?”
I always had a good time with “The Governator.” I’d leave my cubical at the Mighty Mezz to go upstairs for coffee. “Ah’l be bach,” I’d growl at my neighbor. Despicable ne’er-do-well that she was, she got it.
My wife and I would head for the supermarket-exit with a cart full of groceries. I’d angle toward the rest-rooms. “Gua-hd the Ka-ht!” I’d growl.
“The Governator” bad-mouths Tweet-Prez. Far-be-it I cheer “The Governator.”
Mano-a-mano! The fight of the century. “The Governator” versus “Cheese-it.”
A while ago I related my MRI joke to a gaggle of retired bus-drivers. An MRI of my brain found no brain, which qualified me to support “Cheese-it.”
“Well, he is our leader,” one complained. “And duly elected too.”
“Sure,” I said; “in cahoots with Pooty-Poot and Suckerbird.”
I should follow “Cheese-it’s” example: fire some higher-up every day, plus grab the privates of every passing female?”
The way to control the news-cycle is daily sheer insanity. Turn politics into “Wide-Wild-World of Prefessional Wrastling.”
I try to be diplomatic. I have too many friends who support what “Cheese-it” supposedly stands for = getting our nation back on track.
But it’s gotten outta hand. I hate to be a pest, but it looks like “Cheese-it” is only in it for himself.
Even Alfred E. Dubya was better.

• The “Mighty Mezz” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper. Best job I ever had — I was employed there almost 10 years — over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern. (I had a stroke October 26th, 1993, from which I recovered fairly well.) (“Canandaigua” is a small city nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 14 miles away.)
• For 16&1/2 years (1977-1993) I drove transit bus for Regional Transit Service (RTS) in Rochester, NY, a public employer, the transit-bus operator in Rochester and environs. My stroke ended that. I retired on medical-disability. I recovered well enough to return to work at the “Mighty Mezz.” I retired from that over 12 years ago.