My American commentator of choice

I don’t know what source you use for your news from the US. Some will trust the BBC or Fox, two sides of the same coin. The more achingly modern will go for blogs and stuff. I trust none of it and rely entirely upon No Name Gene, who I met in a bar in Sausalito twenty years ago. Gene is a Chicagoan of Polish extraction deposited in a houseboat in the Bay. We meet up now and again to drink, smoke and enjoy what I suppose you might call civilised conversation, at the bar from which Gene received his lack of a name: The No Name. There’s always someone interesting in the place.

Anyway, Gene’s latest note is about the various lunatics jockeying for position within the Republican Party, and particularly the arrival on the scene of a fantastically berserk chap called Robert Jeffress, a pastor from Texas and a supporter of Rick Perry. On this latter chap, Perry, by the way, I would like to direct you to a website which, because I have a puerile sense of humour, has kept me laughing for the last week or so. The Perry clip is three down, but the Bachman and Obama clips are pretty good too:

Meanwhile, here’s Gene’s latest report.    

“The Great GOP Cat Fight has begun and it is merry fun. They have stopped focusing on Obama and now simply want to eat each other.  Curiously, the religion card is being dog whistled a lot over the last few days. Bachmann smeared God all over herself and then Mad Pastor Jeffress bit Romney as a cultist and then spent the weekend on every cable news show saying Romney was nice enough but they were all going to hell, where, apparently, really nice moral people go.