I go to the grocery store and inevitably end up scratching my head in frustration. What am I forgetting? Milk? Cheez-Its? The mystery item often will come to mind only after I get home, no doubt a vital item for dinner that requires a return trip to the market.
Good thing I’m not the guy in charge of The Bomb, or something else important, like the federal government.
So, I’m feeling sympathetic toward Texas Gov. Rick Perry, who bombed out again in yet another Republican presidential debate Wednesday night. He set out to name the three federal departments he’d kill off when he gained the White House. But after condemning the Education and Commerce departments, he spaced out. He could not remember the third doomed agency. “Oops,” he said.
It’s OK, Rick. My wife rolls her eyes when I forget the butter. We’re human. Your wife told you that you “stepped in it,” so join the club.
On the other hand, my logistical pratfalls don’t impact anyone outside my family. But you want to run the country and yet you can’t even keep your budget hit list straight. That creeps me out. It’s more than just being a lousy debater. It’s being a space cadet, or just as bad, someone apparently not interested in being in mental command of his own big objectives.
The president needs to possess all of his marbles, at a minimum. A sharp intellect, mental discipline and a nonporous memory are not too much to ask, in addition.
I can go back to the store and no one cares. Perry, a major candidate for the presidency, unable to remember a federal department he wants to abolish? That’s not funny. It’s terrifying.