Day 1039 – George Santos, Ouster – Really?

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

I listened to Alice’s Restaurant again this Thanksgiving time and I can’t stop hearing Arlo Gutherie’s voice saying, “I mean … I mean ….” and then “you gotta lot of nerve asking me if I can kill women and children after being found guilty for littering”

But I’m thinking about the House of Representatives holding a vote to eject George Santos and I have to ask myself, and them if they were here, “don’t ya think you got a lot of nerve ousting someone for lying?” 

What was it? Was it the fact that everything he said was a lie? Versus you all? What percentage of what you say is a lie? I’m not talking about saying stuff that you thought was to be true and later turned out to be incorrect, I’m talking about saying stuff that you knew at the time to be an outright lie. Huh? What’s your percentage? Is it okay to lie 50% of the time or just twenty-five? Seventy-five? Do I hear seventy-five? But not 100, no, no, no. Okay maybe it wasn’t one hundred percent, but just 98 or 99% Too much you say?

I think you all got a lot of damn nerve. I mean he is you. I guess you don’t like that he’s not BS-ing no. He’s outright lying. Are we going to get a replay of his greatest hits? I mean lies? 

My favorite was the one on Brazilian radio where he told them he got robbed on the street in New York. He said they took his wallet, his watch, his shoes …

Seus sapatos?

“Your shoes?” The radio guys asked.*

(*Sorry, I forgot you don’t speak Portuguese. I hope you don’t mind my translating it for you.)

And Santos realizing he had just been listing stuff and now realizing that it was too late to change the narrative had to stick with it. “Yeah, my shoes.”

Or Gordon Kleper jumping up and down at the fringe of a gaggle of reporters around Santos yelling in questions and demands, “We want to hear about your volleyball career!” (You know at the college he never attended.)

I’m outta here.

ps Now they’ve outted him. Not outted him as revealed that he was gay (we already knew that) but outted him as in “You’re out of here!” 

Why? I ask. Was it that he was a lying, cheating, stealing s.o.b.? Come on. Are you all? Well, most of you to some degree? Was it the brazenness?  Was it that he always lied, (like someone else we know who has a penchant for doing that?)

Was it that they have standards? Come on.

But now that you’ve done one, why not a few more?

I for some reason is that great scene in Casablanca where the French lieutenant is blowing the whistle for the place to be raided and he is given his winnings.

Ah me. No justice.