This video of Montana senator Max Baucus has made the rounds on the internet tubes over the past few days. I watched a few minutes of it and couldn’t help but be reminded of Ron White’s hilarious “Drunk In Public” routine …
Not that Ol’ Tater doesn’t have his defenders. The least imaginative excuse that I’ve seen so far is that Max was just “tired and angry” after expending so much effort and brainpower on the healthcare fiasco. Heh. Not even a kennedyesque, I was on medication.
Sigh. Call me old school, but I long for the days when watching politicians speak out of both sides of their mouth, at least had some entertainment value …
And with that, I present an oldie but goodie, “The Whiskey Speech,” by the Judge Noah S. Soggy Sweat, Jr. to the Mississippi Legislature in 1952 …
“I had not intended to discuss this controversial subject at this particular time. However, I want you to know that I do not shun controversy. On the contrary, I will take a stand on any issue at any time, regardless of how fraught with controversy it might be. You have asked me how I feel about whiskey. All right, here is how I feel about whiskey.
“If when you say whiskey you mean the devil’s brew, the poison scourge, the bloody monster, that defiles innocence, dethrones reason, destroys the home, creates misery and poverty, yea, literally takes the bread from the mouths of little children; if you mean the evil drink that topples the Christian man and woman from the pinnacle of righteous, gracious living into the bottomless pit of degradation, and despair, and shame and helplessness, and hopelessness, then certainly I am against it.
“If when you say whiskey you mean the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman’s step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it.
“This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise.”
They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.
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