…to Indiana. That has to be an unfamiliar ring to it, and believe me, I know. I spent 20 years there and frequently felt like the rest of the country would have a problem finding it on the map. Needless to say, I never felt it as keenly as during presidential election years, when the state was consistently ignored. The Republicans took it for granted, the Democrats chalked it up as impossible, and with a May primary, always chiming in well after the nominations were decided.
Once I wrote a column about never being in the crowd when Prince and the Rolling Stones decided to stop by the little nightclub an hour after the arena show was over and, you know, jam for a few hours. I now understand this is my destiny. It’s not the screwups of party leaders who led to the Michigan primary fiasco; it was me, moving to the state in 2005. I’m sorry.
If you didn’t see Brian Stouder’s comment in the last thread, see it now:
So last night, I’m at Red Cross with a needle jammed into each arm for about 2 hours, watching the election returns…and the nurse, noting that the pundits’ incessant yammering has mesmerized me, matter-of-factly says “I just can’t believe that Barack Obama refused to be sworn into the Senate with his hand on a bible!”….which broke the trance I was in, and made me look up. I said something like – it’s a good thing you can’t believe that, because it’s NOT TRUE!…which drew a puzzled look – and then the retort “well – he’s a Muslim, you know”……..and then, remembering that I was immobile and still a long way from the completion of the donation, I paused and took a breath. After conversationally mentioning that I had read that same e-mail (which elicited a big nod from the nurse), I said that the thing is just completely untrue – at which point I drifted back to the glow of the tv, and the nurse wandered away.
I had a similar experience a few weeks ago, with an aging-queen hairdresser, and he was similarly stubborn. He knew these things were true because he’d read them in an e-mail. I told him that not only were they not true, I reeled off a few websites where he could easily check the facts. Sensing an uncomfortable moment with a paying customer, he crashed into territory we could all agree on — how fabulous Mrs. Obama looks. Sigh.
Well, that’s the downmarket Obama smear. Moving up, we find the He’s Friends With People Who Hate America meme, coming on very strong in Minneapolis these days — both Lileks and his pals at Powerline are banging the drum about Bernadine Dohrn and Bill Ayers, describing them as “friends,” which is interesting. Friendship, in this case, seems to boil down to “served on a board with,” or “attended a fundraiser for.” What world do these people live in, I wonder?
Here’s a more novel twist, from — who else? — a former speechwriter for Dan Quayle, who brings a certain girls-bathroom vibe to the discussion. Having recently learned that Julie Nixon Eisenhower is supporting Obama, she wonders:
Perhaps we humans are psychologically limited in our options, to following in the footsteps of, or rejecting and rebelling against our various patrimonies. Or, given the linked picture, perhaps the fact that she looks like a carbon copy of her mother — a bit mad, but with a little more iron about the jaw — suggests that she is not her father’s daughter after all. The picture is more shocking than the deed. Trisha Nixon Cox, (the blond, putatively less ambitious, “pretty one”) still looks like the girl America knew, and, recognizably, has given her campaign donations to John McCain.
Wha-? Via Roy, who adds, “Many NRO scribes betray a stunted view of life and human nature, but Schiffren’s actually seems heavily informed by fairy tales about princesses and wicked stepsisters.”
God, I thought we’d be shut of this business by now. When we lived in Indiana, we were, dammit. The world’s just going straight downhill.
Anyone watch Obama’s speech last night? What’s with the Abercrombie & Fitch product placement behind him? And for any of you wondering who the gorgeous blonde was who greeted him immediately afterward, it was Mrs. John Mellencamp, “model and spokeswoman.” Probably the best-looking woman in Indiana. Not locally grown.
Back after more coffee and some exercise. It’s a sleepy morning ’round these parts.