Cock-eyed optimists that Phillipe and Jorge are, we always look for the silver lining in hurricane-driven clouds.
Thus, we could derive some joy from the fact that Hurricane Sandy blew away another scheduled debate between Congressman David "Little Chi-Chi" Cicilline and his GOP challenger Brendan Doherty.
Instead of having to suffer through their scheduled confrontation at the Providence Rotary Club Monday, we could indulge ourselves with reruns of "The Best Fights of Itchy and Scratchy" from The Simpsons, which we found much more edifying than any of the recent forums featuring the pair.
As P&J hit deadline, we were also praying that Planet JARhead, aka Channel 10, would cancel the debate in Rhode Island's other Congressional contest and replace it with early episodes of The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Most of the ideas put forward in that race have far more relevance to 1970s America than contemporary Vo Dilun anyway.
Our only concern about a cancelled debate is that Congressman Jim Langevin, who has all the charisma of a rock, and Republican Mike "Who He?" Riley, who is hoping that everyone in his district is a huge Gordon Gekko fan, would miss the chance to be eaten up by independent Abel Collins, who actually has a pulse and a sense of ethics.
Oops, have to run, they're showing old wrestling matches between Gorgeous George and the Fabulous Moolah . . . or is that the Sheldon Whitehouse-Barry Hinckley debate? We don't know and we don't care.
The official endorsements from Casa Diablo . . . .
In the First Congressional District, we will abstain from backing either Chi-Chi or Brendan. Why? Well, we wouldn't let Cicilline hold a quarter for us until lunchtime and we fear Doherty will get turned over by DC Republicans faster than a Boy Scout on an overnight camping trip.
In the Second Congressional District our selection is Abel Collins, who deserves the nod because he will bring fresh eyes and new ideas to Congress, unlike the somnolent Langevin or Wall Street apologist Riley, both of whom represent the tired and emotionally and intellectually vacant status quo of DC.
In the Senate race, P&J must go with our longtime champ, Sheldon Whitehouse, against newbie Barry Hinckley, who somehow manages to make Sherbet Whitebread look like a South Providence homey.
Sheldon has had the balls to stand up to the GOP interests that have brought our federal government to a standstill. He speaks his mind, a rarity inside the Beltway and a trait to be admired.
VOTE, SHUT UP, OR CRY
Every election year, P&J encourage all eligible voters to cast their ballots. If you don't vote, you can't bitch about what happens in the future. Put up or shut up.
P&J offer an extra kick in the pants to anyone receiving government (state or federal) benefits. If you want to hold onto that assistance, turn off the Real Housewives of Wherever, put down the Cheetos, grape soda, and 40-ounce Colt 45, and get your fat asses off the sofa.
Quick story. Eight years ago, Indonesians were allowed to vote for their country's president and vice president for the first time. Some 98 percent of eligible voters turned out for this historic opportunity, despite concerns about getting beaten or shot on their way to the ballot box.