DINOvember #2 The Carnivore

It's DINOvember, and sadly, not all DINOs are made of plastic.

You've got your human DINOs as well. Lots of them, as a matter of fact.

Today was election day here in America, and my local congressional district offered up two major choices: On the Republican ticket, an obscure ex-Philadelphia Eagle with no experience outside the gridiron, and on the Democratic side the blood brother of one of New Jersey's most venal, repulsive, and downright dangerous political bosses.

Here's today's DINO. Recall, please, that DINO as an acronym means "Democrat In Name Only."

This creature, Donald Norcross by name, said in his campaign literature that he would "work for the middle class." He's not fooling anyone. He's going to Washington to work for his brother, to get government contracts for his brother, and to peddle influence for his brother. They're both carnivorous one-percenters who have absolutely zero interest in the will of the people.

I can't believe this, and I almost hate to admit it, but I did something today I have never done before. I voted for a Republican.

The cynical abuse of power by this Norcross family has me completely disgusted and deeply, deeply suspicious. It was easy to vote "no confidence" in a situation where the blue guy is nefarious and the red guy is a black guy who would be Congressman for the city of Camden.

Not all DINOs are rocky bones in museums.

Not all DINOs are plastic toys.

Many DINOs are politicians who, like T. Rex sizing up a weary Hadrosaur, will do what it takes to get power and hold onto it.

I'm so tired of politicians who promise to fight for the middle class and the poor right up to being elected -- and then merrily forget the middle class and poor exist. Today's post is dedicated to the DINO, a creature in no danger of extinction.