The affairs of the Indiana Republican party don’t concern me anymore, but they had their annual convention in Fort Wayne over the weekend, and some news was bound to cross my social-media radar. There was a trio of truly laughable puff pieces from my alma mater on some delegates, but Richard Mourdock, the unsuccessful Senate candidate, blew everyone out of the water by going Full Godwin at the final curtain:
In a farewell speech to Indiana Republicans during the party convention Saturday, term-limited state Treasurer Richard Mourdock cautioned GOP members to be wary of politicians who promise entitlements and spending as debt grows. He said the Nazis made the same promises to Germans before that country’s 1936 elections.
…“And this is where I put on my state treasurer’s hat again for just a moment to give the most important lesson: The people of Germany in a free election selected the Nazi Party because they made great promises, that appealed to them because they were desperate and destitute,” Mourdock said.
He said the Nazis targeted one group after another, “but ultimately, they went after the Jews, they deprived them of their property, their rights, their citizenship. Because they were bankrupt.”
I should be speechless, but who could be, at this point? I will say this: I always gave Steve Shine, the county party chairman, credit for hard work. To my knowledge, he’s never turned away a local willing to fly the flag, and that has included some real lunatics. To have a Jewish chairman defending statements like Mourdock’s, however, is either proof that the 11th commandment is alive and well or just shows how far I’ve come from northeast Indiana.
Fortunately, the state chairman seems to have his head screwed on straight. Standing ovation or not.
And that is something God intended.
A gorgeous couple of days we just had. I spent much of it working on my book project; it was a deadline weekend. School is down to its final-four days (finals for four), so I’ve made my last brown-bag lunch for the student. (I’ll continue making them for myself; brown-bagging is the way to go, for my money.) Kate’s band played at a shall-we-say nontraditional venue Friday night — an anarchist commune. Everybody was very nice. In keeping with the spirit of anarchy, there was no cover charge, just a “suggested donation in the $6-$11 range.” The commune is in an old Victorian pile, and the performance space behind looks like it was once a carriage house or someone’s motorcar machine shop. The anarchists fitted it out with a stage, and host events there on the regular. Alcohol is strictly BYO; we showed up with fo’ties and tall boys, the most depressing serving size on the planet, but for someone who long ago graduated to craft cocktails and designer beer, it was an amusing bit of nostalgia. And the girls played well, so it was a nice evening all around.
God, I’m so glad it’s summer. Every evening spent sitting outside just seems like a gift. In about an hour, I’m going to deliver on a long-promised drink with a friend, and I’m going to ride my bike there. It will be sweet.
My activities the last few days were pedestrian, and boil down to this: I’m glad I have an Aeron chair. So let’s go to the bloggage:
I’ve seen so many events like this I have to wonder if they’re deliberate setups. How often? Well, there was this one. And this one. This one was a prom, but I’d say it counts. Here’s another prom. When will they ever learn? Unless the bridge has a clearly stated one-ton load limit, or is made of cement, stay off. Unless you want to end up on the Today show.
I didn’t watch the Belmont Stakes, because I knew what would happen, and it did. I understand California Chrome’s owner went on a rant about the spoiler element of allowing tanned, rested and ready entrants into Triple Crown races to spoil it for horses like his. OK, I get it, but I think it’s a lot simpler: I think the whole thoroughbred line is cooked. Every thoroughbred goes back to three foundation sires, and are all related like an Egyptian royal family. Want to improve horse racing? Allow some selective crosses out to sturdier stock. But that’s just me.
So. Off for that drink, and then to make lamb chops. Unless I have three drinks, and it may be something a little more heat ‘n’ serve.
A good week ahead, all.