Jim Bunning is hanging up his glove. He won’t be running for re-election to the Senate.
This is a good thing. I have never liked Jim Bunning.
When I was just a wee lad I spent many a day in front of the black and white tube watching the Red Sox, and many a night listening to late games with a transistor radio under my pillow. I stuck with them when all was dark, when the Fenway park that is now always filled sometimes drew crowds in the hundreds.
One dismal day, I watched as Jim Bunning no hit them. I was quite young, and had no patience with the idea that a no-hitter was a great thing to watch, even if it was against your own team. My agony increased as each Sox batter walked back to the dugout. To add insult to injury, my hero, the greatest hitter in the history of the game, Ted Williams, made the last out, which if memory serves was a puny pop-up. My misery was complete.
Well, not quite complete. Besides being a Sox fan, I was already a confirmed Democrat. It would have made it even worse had I known that the perpetrator of this monstrous act was a Republican. But then, maybe only a Republican could commit so foul a deed.
Now Bunning leaves the Senate, where he has proven that there actually are standards that even Republicans feel bound to enforce. It’s alright to be a climate change denier, a birther, a diaper wearing john, or a hush money paying philanderer, but it’s not alright to be just a little (well, actually, a lot) senile. At least it’s not okay to be senile and a flop at raising money.
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