“What should I ask Mike Pence when we go see him?” I asked yesterday. “Ask him why he’s such a pompous arse,” my husband answers instantly. “Fair enough,” I say. “But seriously, what do you think?” I make a few suggestions:
* If the vice president had no role in electoral college proceedings, why did Congress just pass a law taking away the vice president’s role in future electoral college proceedings?
* If you become the Republican presidential nominee, how can you win the general when they already know you won’t contest the cheating?
* You can’t win the GOP nomination without at least some of the Trump vote—how can you get them to vote for you?
* How will a “pro-life cabinet” be any more qualified than the Biden one, where everyone was picked by race or sexual preference? For example, how will being anti-abortion secure the transportation network? Or help avoid another Afghanistan debacle?
I stop and ask hopefully, “What do you think?”
Clearly not impressed, my husband looks at me for a second and says, deadpan, “Ask him if he’s heard of Iago.”
One of Shakespeare’s most famous villains. Iago was Othello’s number two before turning on him. I doubt if Mike Pence has Iago’s skillfully manipulative mind, plus his obsessive jealousy and the bizarre love-hate thing seem more like Chris Christie to me.
“Thanks, I’ll think some more,” I say.
Still undecided, I hear that Pence has started selling Too Honest mugs. Which brings us back to: “Why are you such a pompous arse?”
Or maybe the real question is, why would I waste my time going to see him?