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I’ve been unfair to my homeland. Here I’ve been writing about the spidery corners of British politics (I could add other links, but enough) and ignoring the ones in the good ol’ U.S. of A..

I have an excuse. For the past almost ten years I’ve been living in Britain, and it can be hard to spot the spiders when you’re ten years and an ocean away. On top of which, British politics dresses up some (but sadly not all) of its political insanity in ermine and ruffles and wigs, which are always good for a laugh, and what can the U.S. do to rival that? But fair’s fair. Let’s talk about Amurrican spiders. Because if I want something to make fun of, holy batshit, have people in my country ever been getting up to some strange stuff lately.

Strangely relevant photo (just keep reading; it’ll almost make sense): Minnie the Moocher and Fast Eddie

Let’s start with Ted Cruz, who’s running for president in the Republican primary. In August 2015 he told a crowd of cheering supporters that the Southern states should build a nuclear bomb to protect their Christian beliefs. Or maybe it was their right to those beliefs. Subtle difference. Either way, it seems an odd way to wage the battle of beliefs. But it seems gays, lesbians, transsexuals, and bisexuals are persecuting Christians by, you know, getting married and having sex (or more likely the other way around) and then making toast together in the morning and instead of being all lovey dovey like people who are just going out, the married ones are all rumply over their toast and if they talk at all it’s about the cat. If they’re lesbians. Lesbians are known for having cats. There. Now I’ve let you in on our big secret (if, of course, you’re not already lesbian; if you are, you know). Wild Thing and I also have two dogs, so I’m not sure if we’re busting a stereotype or falling right into it. I also don’t know what gay men or transsexuals do to parallel that, so I won’t speculate on what they talk about in the morning. I will say that I personally made toast just yesterday—not for myself but for Wild Thing. I ate oatmeal. With fruit. I’m not sure if Mr. Cruz understands the subtleties this indicates in our relationship or if he cares, but believe me, this is important information.

For the record, we’re not married but we do have a civil partnership. And we’re usually quite civil, even if we don’t always eat the same breakfast. All relationships have these little hiccups now and then.

Okay, full disclosure: I wrote “yesterday” in the last paragraph, but what I really mean is that it was yesterday when I wrote the sentence. It’s now long past. And I’m in Britain, where my toaster and I don’t threaten Mr. Cruz quite as directly as we did when we lived in Minneapolis. But still, our toast is a sign of how seriously civic morality has deteriorated. I have no doubt that some Christian lost his or her faith as I was spreading the butter. As a direct result of what I did.

Damn, I’m powerful.

Cruz also said Christians were being lynched. Presumably by gays, although his wording leaves it ambiguous. Does he understand what the word lynched means? That it’s a real thing that was done to real people of the black persuasion by god-fearing Christian people of the white persuasion? That it was done to terrify an entire community and maintain power? Or does he just think it’s a powerful word and he wants it on his side?

It’s not easy to make fun of this stuff. He’s already gone past exaggeration. He’s gone past absurdity. He’d make a great humor writer if only he had a sense of humor, but as far as I can tell he doesn’t.

Cruz, by the way, has promised that if he’s elected president he’ll ban gluten-free MREs (meals ready to eat—the prepacked stuff soldiers eat in the field) in the military, because they’re politically correct nonsense. That’ll pose a serious problem if he gets elected, because but the military doesn’t offer gluten-free MREs.

Be careful what you promise, Ted, because they’ll be hard to ban.

Personally, if I’m elected president I’m going to keep the army from using frilly pink uniforms. They’re undignified. Besides, I never did like pink. I don’t see why the army can’t humor me on this.

In the meantime, either the good senator himself or his campaign hired an “adult film” actress (as the news story delicately puts it) for a campaign video.

But I don’t want to pick on Cruz alone. Those just happen to be the stories that rose to the top of the cess pool. So let’s consider Texas pastor Rick Scarborough who announced he’d be willing to be burned to death to fight gay marriage. If he said how that would help, I missed it. The same article also mentions a couple who said they’d get a divorce if gay marriage was legalized.

That’ll show ‘em.

None of them said anything about toast. It may be too perverse for their tender sensibilities.

And then there’s Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton, who’s so fired up about the threat gay marriage poses to the Great State that he’s trying to get the word spouse taken off the death certificate of a man who married his partner in a different state but died in Texas. I’m glad to know he hasn’t lost his perspective on what matters in life. And death.

Mr. Paxton himself is under indictment of securities fraud.

So there you have it: my random round-up of American political insanity. It lacks wigs and ruffles, and sometimes it’s hard to read it and keep laughing, but I do my best. Hope I haven’t put you off your toast.

No one’s complained yet, but it’s been weighing on my conscience that I make fun of British politics more often and more joyfully than I make fun of American politics. I have several excuses, all of them true but none of them good enough:

I grew up in the U.S. and spent most of my life there, so its absurdities are less visible to me. Mostly. If you want to see what’s right in front of you, it helps to be an outsider.
Britain wraps its political absurdities in such glorious traditional craziness that it invites satire, from the little loops in the parliamentary cloak room where you can hang your sword, assuming you weren’t in such a hurry that you rushed out without it this morning, to the prayer cards MPs leave on a seat because it’s the only way to reserve one and there aren’t enough to go around. It’s like saying dibs, but infinitely more grown up and bizarre.
U.S. politics (like most—or maybe that’s all—countries’ politics) can be despicable, but most of the time they fail the absurdity test. If I could recommend a change to my fellow Amurr’cans, as Lyndon Johnson used to say, it would be that we cultivate a bit more absurdity in our political lives. It’d be good for us. Both sides of the political spectrum could unite in an effort to eliminate it. And in the midst of fulminating or being depressed about the problems we face, we could share a good laugh at ourselves.

But T. sent me an email a while ago that allows me to even the balance a little. According to Reuters News, the Pentagon has been—and here I’m going to abandon the balanced language of Reuters for a minute—throwing money in the air without bothering to count it.

Speaking of absurdity: From the pose, this could be Washington crossing the Delaware and threatening to tip over the rowboat, but it’s a picture of someone in a House of Lords robe. I’m not sure what period it’s from. The hairstyles and the poses have changed but the robes? Not much. From Wikimedia.

How much money are we talking about? Oh, $8.5 trillion or so. Not enough to worry about. And that goes back to 1996, so, you know, per year and all it’s not that much. Just a few hundred billion or something. You can’t trust me with numbers, especially when we’re dealing in amounts I can’t even imagine, never mind count. Let’s just say a number with a whole bunch of zeros following it. Per year. I do understand years.

Apparently, the problem is that the Pentagon uses “a tangle” of accounting programs that can’t talk to each other. “ ‘It’s like if every electrical socket in the Pentagon had a different shape and voltage,’ says a former defense official who until recently led efforts to modernize defense accounting.” (The quotes here are from a series of three Reuters articles. I won’t include separate links. Follow the link above and you’ll find them all.)

Record keeping, as Reuters puts it, is “rife with made-up numbers to cover lost or missing information.”

That leaves the military storing physical object that are out of date and buying new ones it doesn’t need because it has no idea what it needs. It has “a backlog of more than half a trillion dollars in unaudited contracts with outside vendors; how much of that money paid for actual goods and services delivered isn’t known.”

When it comes to veterans and serving personnel, in some cases they aren’t being paid what they’re owed. In others, they’re overpaid and then the overpayment is clawed back all at once. Or an amount they haven’t been overpaid is clawed back because some computer system somewhere thinks it was overpaid, so poof, the income a vet had every reason to rely on stops coming. In a case Reuters followed (a mistaken claw-back), no explanation was offered until Reuters got involved, at which point—surely this wasn’t connected—the mistake was corrected.

In fairness, the Pentagon has tried to fix the problems but ended up making them worse.

“In 2000, the Navy began work on four separate projects to handle finances, supplies, maintenance of equipment and contracting. Instead, the systems took on overlapping duties that each performed in different ways, using different formats for the same data. Five years later, the GAO said, ‘These efforts were failures. . . . $1 billion was largely wasted.’ ”

But, y’know, $1 billion? What the hell.

The Pentagon is the only federal agency that’s never been audited. So how much of that $8.5 trillion has been paid out legitimately, how much wasted, and how much stolen? We don’t know. And more to the point, they don’t know either.

But it’s only money, as my father used to say whenever an inappropriate situation came his way. You can’t buy happiness with it.

You can, however, buy a lot of other stuff. And no doubt someone has. We just don’t know who or what.

So there we go. Absurdity in American politics. But you’ll have to admit, it needs a few swords and a wig to make it funny.

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