June 8, 2012 - June 1, 2012
. No, it's not a rare event. But I thought it would get
your attention because I so rarely admit it. I had occasion to reread
my own post about the Republican
candidates (somebody insisted), and I
was forced to the not terribly brilliant conclusion that if the ones
who intend to run are all
there is, we're going to be stuck with Obama for another four years of
Contributors to my epiphany. A Gallup poll showing that Americans favor NOT cutting Medicare expenditures by a two-to-one margin. Two to one. Another poll showing Obama with a 47 percent approval rating. With gas prices sprinting toward record levels and absolutely no U.S. policy for domestic drilling? Nothing hits the American pocketbook faster and harder than gas prices. 47 percent approval? Watching Hannity twice in two days. Big mistake. First was the Frank Luntz debacle of focus groups confronting congressmen. The new Tea Party guys already sound like DC veterans, shucking and jiving with empty promises. I wanted to slash my wrists. Then Hannity, last night, championing Donald Trump (!) while Bob Beckel (somebody please stick a pin in this guy's zeppelin-sized pomposity) and I did slash my wrists. [All bandaged and on the mend now, thank you for asking.]
I give up. All is lost if we don't run Chris Christie.
He's The One. The Only. All the poll support for Trump is simple transference. What people want is a blunt, plain-spoken man with enough testosterone to be a real bruiser in the fights that have to be fought. Christie is the guy Trump is pretending to be. I've been telling myself, and all of you obviously, that there's no way he can climb down off his disavowals of presidential ambition without losing his credibility. But I'm rethinking that.
We can nominate him and he can win if we go about it in the right way. He has to be drafted. We need dozens of websites demanding that he run. We need grass roots organizations springing up across the country telling people how to write in his name in all the primaries he won't be entering. We need to force him to accept the mandate of a people who will not accept his demurrers.
If the hue and cry reaches critical mass, he will accept the popular mandate because he already knows no one else can do what he can. Which is the definition of leadership. And if we draft him, the ill impacts in New Jersey -- and there will be gravely ill impacts, make no mistake -- cannot be held against him. He will be a Jersey-boy version of Cincinnatus, called from his fields to become a hero of his nation.
I'm not a blind idolater here. He's got some ethics issues that always go hand-in-hand with Jersey politics the way they do in, uh, say, Chicago politics. (Chris Christie is Irish AND Sicilian but not actually a Soprano. Ba-Da-Bing) And he's also far too liberal from my political perspective. He's squishy on unions and other conservative issues I care deeply about. But that's also part of why he's such a formidable opponent for Obama. The independents have no social or cultural reasons for vetoing him. And the man knows a fiscal and financial crisis when he sees it. Which is absolutely, positively the most important issue we're facing right now. If he can put our economic house in order, I'll grin and bear the rest of it.
What else? Pundits have already started talking about the debates -- the gravitas of a sitting president against a challenger who automatically appears a lightweight on the same stage.
Christie is never a lightweight. He's a great big, fat, booming presence on whatever stage he chooses to set foot on (take that how you will), and given the slenderness of Obama's own credentials, inexperience cannot be a successful campaign issue against him.
In some ways it's just too obvious to see. We need a BIG MAN to take down the midget who's shrinking the country into ruin. Christie is that big man, in terms of both character and physique. Everybody else is just a sad demonstration of what small, ineffectual, and impotent also-rans look like.
You have your marching orders. I'm from the place where his loss will be most keenly felt. But the country needs him more than the Garden State does. We offer him up to you. Get to work.
Draft that great big gigantic loudmouth sonofabitch. I said a long time ago we needed the opposite of Obama. Now that we know our president is a small-minded, vicious little pipsqueak, we have a clearer idea what the anti-Obama looks like. It looks (and sounds) like Chris Christie.
Do your very best and we'll have something to celebrate in November 2012.
How to think of it? Make the voters an offer they can't refuse.
Somebody needs to reestablish control over Harry Reid, Chuck Schumer,
and Nancy Pelosi. The Jersey Way is
probably the only way that will work.
P.S. Contrast with Helkenberg's commercial:
Waddya want? Gangstas or Joisey Boyz? No problem for me. I'm from
Joisey. How 'bout youse?
not all politics. There are the Phillies, the Flyers, and
(belatedly) the Sixers. As most of you know, I listen to SportsTalk in
Philadelphia, WIP 610. The morning show is burlesque and better than
any combination of late night comedy talk shows. The mid-day show is
serious sports, featuring author and columnist Glen Macnow and his
sidekick Anthony Gargano. Macnow has an almost poetic love of sports
backed by an encyclopedic knowledge of Philadelphia sports history. His
voice is somewhere in between professional radio host and intelligent
conversationalist, learned but friendly and inviting to callers. I
actually did call once, when he was remembering Veterans stadium and
the current beauty called Citizens Bank Park. I recalled the baroque
urban charm of old Connie Mack stadium as a counterpoint to both newer
parks, and in pasing I referenced the poor-fielding homerun hitter
named Dick Stewart, whom I'd seen smash a grand slam at Connie Mack just
prior to its demolition. Glen was pleased by my reminiscence, one old
fan to another, and he challenged me to furnish Stewart's nickname,
which I did: Doctor Strangeglove.
All just preface to an odd happenstance late last week. I was listening to the beginning of the mid-day show when Glen Macnow suddenly went off on Donald Trump and the "Birthers," pronouncing Trump the worst man in politics he had ever encountered. He went on to damn in the most pejorative possible terms anyone who had any doubts about the origins of Barack Obama.
It was so out of context, so strident, and so ugly that I actually tried to look up Macnow's email address, which was (strangely) not available at the WIP website. I sent the following to the best email address I could find ( a partial with asterisks blotting out key characters):
Not surprisingly, I got no answer. Therefore (being me) I called the
show the next day and spoke with the man who was screening calls.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked.
"I want to talk about Glen Macnow's tirade about Trump yesterday," I said.
The man on the phone said, "I won't put you on the air about that."
"I'm not planning to be abusive," I explained. "I just want to tell him that he shouldn't be talking politics on the air. That's not why we listen."
He was icy in return. "We're well aware of that here. I'm not putting you on the air because we don't want to perpetuate the issue. Believe me, we know exactly what you're talking about, and we are taking it VERY seriously here."
Oh. I wasn't talking to a clerk screener. I was talking to a producer. Interesting.
"I tried to send him an email," I said. "I just wanted to express my opinion as a disappointed fan, let him know that we don't all automatically agree with his views because he has them."
The man on the line immediately gave me Glen Macnow's correct email address and thanked me for calling. Even more interesting.
So I re-sent my email and got a response from Glen Macnow inside the hour(!?):
I knew he had been ordered to do what he did, but (being me) I sent him
To which I received no reply (obviously).
None of this matters, of course. SportsTalk is merely a vice of mine. I know they're all lefites behind the curtain. I'm slightly embarrassed to have pursued the matter, and I wouldn't have told you about it except that I happened to have a conversation with an old decidedly conservative friend of mine who was unfamiliar with my own key points of concern about Obama's origins because he had stopped paying attention to Obama so long ago. Probably to politics the way it is being played now even longer ago.
He thought it would be worthwhile to reiterate points I made way back when, even at the risk of repeating myself, which for a blog as old as this one, has become a constant fear: Thou shalt not repeat thyself because the bloggerees are so easily and permanently bored by Johnny One-Notes. So here goes, restating the obvious.
I'm pretty sure Obama was born in Hawaii. I don't think that's the secret that caused the Hawaiian state legislature to pass a brand new law barring anyone from getting access to that documentation.
What do I think? There's something on the real birth certificate that's embarrassing. I think citizens who don't have anything to hide are suspicious.
I sympathize. I also respect their native suspicion. They don't necessarily understand that there's something fishy about a president of the United States no one knows thing one about beyond the headlines of his resume. And I can tell you it bothers me a lot that we don't know Obama's SAT scores, his LSAT scores, his grades at Occidental College, Columbia College, and Harvard Law School. That we don't know what courses he took at any of those schools or a word he ever wrote at any of those institutions, including his tenure on the Harvard Law Review. It's all a total blank. We don't even have anyone he admits knowing or conversely anyone who admits knowing him at any of those institutions. He's a cipher.
And he's president of the United States.
It's so easy to look down on the average, the ordinary, the common citizens. As Lincoln pointed out, they can be misled.
But it's also easy to conflate "Birthers" with "Truthers." The demographics are different. Obama supporters -- i.e., Democrats as a whole -- represent a two-humped curve. Think of a Bactrian camel. The first hump, the one toward the head, is the progressive elite. What they know is that they're right, morally superior, and should be in charge of the rest of us, because only they can make things right, and damn any inconvenient facts. The other hump is the vast majority of their followers, all the ones who depend on government to make their lives better and know they're Democrats and nothing else, including who's vice president of the United States, how many senators there are, and where Iraq is on the map.
The "Truthers" are creatures of the second hump.
The "Birthers" are creatures of the upside-down Bell curve between the humps.They're the ones who don't have PhDs or media jobs but work for a living, pay their taxes, and have to go to the DMV. For example, my wife has had to produce seventeen different legal documents, at considerable expense, to prove that she was born in the first place, had her name changed by a first marriage (proof of marriage, proof of divorce), changed again by her marriage to me (proof of marriage, proof of my divorce) -- all so she can have her driver's license reflect her current name. So far, she's made three different trips to the DMV, evenings, weekends, blah blah (they're always polite but final), and is still awaiting approval for a name change nobody involved believes is false. All of which is necessary before she can legally grant me financial authority to look after our dogs if she dies first and validate my will which will leave our joint property to her children and grandchildren.
And our president refuses to release his long-form birth certificate.
But we're the hillbillies and idiots for asking questions.
I'm willing to be a hillbilly about his birth certificate. I want to know how he got into Columbia, what he studied there, and how he he managed to be an editor of the Harvard Law Review without publishing anything.
But then I'm an elitist sonofabitch myself.
Not worthy of a second response from Glen Macnow. You know. He worked for the Philadelphia Inquirer once. Enough said.