VFW SPEECH LOTS OF "FREEDOMS," PLENTY OF GOLF CLAPS

Twenty Six times in a twenty five minute speech did our Vacationer in Chief go to the "Freedom" well speaking in front of what should have been a no-brainer shameless honk of a crowd for anything this President would choose to say. A VFW Convention. Held in Utah. Salt Lake Freakin' City of all places, that bastion of Mormon Righteousness. But despite Freedom's absolute walkover of references to "September 11, 2001" (Freedom cruised to a 26-5 victory), the applause never got above the level of folks clapping aloofly for the no-name foursome on the cusp of making the cut in a PGA event that nobody over the next County Line cares about, and that only the 253 regular watchers of the Golf Channel know is taking place.
If Piggy Karl was a pitcher, and knowing that he must've thought deliberately about this one in that malignant lump of sodden undead tissue that is his brain, "aha a cultivated audience that we won't have to, um, cultivate", one would be tempted to say, out loud, that Karl is losing his stuff. Is it the looming indictment on the horizon? Is it that his deal with Satan is running down, so the magic is starting to wear off? Is it that he misunderestimated War Veterans and Utah residents - particularly their abilities to put down their Kool Aid cups long enough to notice that bitter almond smell in the punch bowl (finally?) Lost sure hopes so. You go Cindy. You're getting through to people. As the late Chick Hearn used to say, "The Mustard is off the hot dog"