Mud, by itself, isn’t dirty
Here’s an odd parallel for you. Locally, we’ve been warned that “mud season” is nigh. Sounds scary; I find myself checking online prices for a pair of gum rubbers. The high kind, just in case. And we’ve arranged welcoming mats near the doors, in an attempt to stem the tide. Still too early to announce success (it hasn’t really stopped snowing yet), but I’ve lived here in a past life and as long as I avoid back road shortcuts until mid-July, I should be safe.
But the other row in my parallel requires mention. Politics also goes through mud season, or at least mud-slinging season. And down south, the daubs are flying in all directions. Today (or was it yesterday? Does this stuff actually come with a date?), the National Enquirer released a front page exposé of one of the leading presidential contenders. Possibly seeded by his arch rival (is that a great hint to go and watch Batman v Superman?). Messy. And here’s the rub: once you get mud on someone else, the cleaning process is a lengthy one. Could take until mid-summer, when their convention dates are already past. Mud, by itself, isn’t dirty. Spread it over the knees of your favourite white Capri pants and people will point and stare.
Now, maybe the story is just fabrication. The NatEnq does carry doozies. As filler. Because, just like a stopped clock, they can’t always be wrong. And their legal team is ready to defend against the inevitable libel suit. Let the best man win.
