This Fall’s New Hue is the Color Purple

Every year, my sweet wife, Cindy, florally decorates our backyard in a particular color scheme. This year, one of the predominant colors is purple. It’s a fitting choice since her brother, Ted, is the mastermind behind a new political action committee dedicated to the financial support of truly independent candidates with nary an “R” or “D” to be seen..

This latest Waitt creation, icPurple, refers to those who reside somewhere between the red Republicans and their various Kool-Aid recipes and the blue Democrats, who continue to be scared of their own shadows and constituents. The name could also refer to the color of many folks’ faces when they stare blankly at the prospect of voting for dumb or dumber.

The PAC comes with its own Declaration of Independents, which avers that its signees are of no party but are simply Americans. I agree with this foray..

I was born in New York City (Upper West Side, to be specific), spent most of my adulthood as a broadcaster in Austin, Texas and now reside in our nation’s heartland, Sioux City, IA. If this doesn’t make me an American, please define the term for me.

So what’s next? As I write, icPurple has the back of a number of candidates, most notable of who is Maine’s former governor, Angus King. He’s seeking the U.S. Senate seat being vacated by Sen. Olympia Snowe, a GOP stalwart whose has had more than her fair share of our current gridlock hi-jinxs courtesy of our Con-gress.

The website also includes a history of how the good, ole U.S. of A. has become a Smart Car that’s not fast enough to get out of its own way. Solutions are also detailed as well as the opportunity to John Hancock the aforementioned call to common sense.

Is this the answer? Can this be the solution to our California traffic at 5:30 on the Friday evening of Labor Day Weekend? All I know is something’s has to stick to the wall. This could have just the right adhesive. Listen, take it from his brother-in-law, this could be what’s needed to jumpstart our collective political intelligence. Like my dear, departed mother used to say in a slight Yiddush accent: “It couldn’t hurt”.