Amy Klobuchar’s antics regarding Tim Walz and his aborted run for re-election as governor of Minnesota struck home with me for an unusual reason. I, too, once was reduced to eating food with a comb.
If you are late to the party, Klobuchar is a reigning Democrat senator from Minnesota, who reportedly is considering replacing Walz in the gubernatorial run, while appointing hapless Tim to keep her Senate seat warm.
During the course of reading breathless reports of this typical Democrat demagoguery, one entry made a headline reference to Klobuchar being scandal-plagued.
The click-bait headline worked. I wanted to read about Klobuchar’s scandals.
If I had heard about it previously, it had been unceremoniously forgotten.
But, it was noted that Klobuchar, like most Democrats with even the slightest national name recognition, once thought she should run for president.
Klobuchar quickly exited that chase, in part, because of aides leaking how tough she was to work for, and citing examples.
One humorouos instance they shared was about a lackey forgetting to pick up plastic utensils so that Klobuchar could wolf down a salad on a flight. Klobuchar had to reach into her purse for a comb to eat the salad. She then berated the staffer for his oversight, and sent him to wash the comb after she had eaten.
As a side note, beware the fact checkers. One questionable such site, hopefully writing satirically, called the whole story into question, neatly ignoring that Klobuchar has admitted publicly multiple times to eating that salad with a comb.
I’m here to say that while I think Klobuchar is absurdly out of step with traditional American values and due to that is a dangerous person to have in a place of national prominence, I don’t hold it against her for eating with a comb.
Many years back, a cousin and I trekked to the Watkins Glen racetrack to view sports car racing. On the way to the hotel, we visited a Kentucky Fried Chicken outlet, in Horseheads, N.Y., as I recall, getting the food at the drivethrough window.
Alas, upon returning to the hotel, we discovered they’d given us no forks, spoons or knives.
Klobuchar, in recounting her incident – the one the fact-checking site found to be unproven – likened herself to a real-life MacGyver, her reference being to a TV series that began in the 1980s in which the title character showed amazing improvisational skills in using everyday objects to get him out of jams.
Anticipating Klobuchar – and MacGyver – I had used an aluminum comb I carried with me daily to eat my mashed potatoes. The chicken was no problem, the legs and breasts being eaten easily by hand.
My cousin, lacking a comb, ate a chicken leg first, then used the bone to eat his mashed potatoes.
Reading the Klobuchar tale made me laugh and prompted a call to him, producing more laughter at the memories.
Notable, however, is that neither he, nor I, took out our anger regarding a lack of utensils on aides (we had/have none) or other innocent third parties.
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