How
weepy you make me. There was never any reason to fight after the Fall
of France in 1941.
MY TURN AGAIN SO SOON? I didn't see anything definitively
convincing in the comments, though everyone made points that were, uh, cogent. I
deliberately put the quantitative burden on you so that I could
discuss intangibles. Which go both ways. I recognize the threatening
message of polls but I reserve some skepticism because I always hang
up on them when they call, and they do call. I think the consistent
weighting of polls toward Democrat respondents might indicate others
like me are doing the same thing. That's not a dismissal. Just a gut
feeling, and I've had wrong gut feelings before. Now for MY
intangibles.
I predicted long ago that this would
be the dirtiest presidential campaign in our lifetimes. And so it
has proved to be. I'm thinking Obama's vaunted "likeability" is
taking a hit. Who knows how big a hit? This Sunday, even the MSM
put the screws to the Obama surrogates about Harry Reid's
unsupported tax charges. Stephanopoulos of ABC News and Candy
Crowley of CNN were both withering and persistent on the question
of how much credence could be placed in Reid's claims and the
White House's insistence on pretending they are not pulling the
strings. Newest poll
on likeability. Newsflash on Obama-MSM relations: Obama
hasn't answered a single question from the press in seven weeks.
Any chance they're starting to feel like the loyal but neglected wife of a cad?
What all the commenters seem to be missing is that the VP choice
is more opportunity for unforced error than any net gain. Rubio is
this year's Palin. An incredibly attractive young candidate --
starpower plus -- who nevertheless is still too wet behind the
ears -- inexperienced and more local than national in his
political mien -- to withstand the mauling of an opposition
determined to destroy the naive, innocent, or insuffiiciently
innured to brass knuckle politics. Why the other Hail Mary
candidates suck too -- Condoleeza Rice and David Petraeus. They're
acquainted with politics, but they're not politicians. Lots
of deer-in-the-headlights moments to come; count on it. The
sensible choice, maybe the only good choice, is Bobby Jindal, a
successful governor who isn't
a boring white man, has been elected and reelected by heavily
black constituencies, and who is three times smarter than Obama
before the scrawny Indian dude has had his first cup of coffee in
the morning. I heard him take the entire Obama administration
apart in five minutes on the Laura Ingraham Show without so much
as a dropped comma. Laura still wants Paul Ryan. Why? Just
because. Because she has a thing for midwestern men with Eddie
Munster haircuts? Because she keeps forgetting that we absolutely
MUST have Ryan as the chairman of the Ways & Means Committee?
And she's obviously forgotten that nobody's ever filmed a
commercial of Jindal bumping old ladies off cliffs. Just because
women are smart doesn't make them wise. If I had to guess, I'm thinking Romney will choose the wrong candidate. But there's still a chance he won't.
It's only the alphabet television networks who think conventions
don't matter. They have a vested interest in that position, not
politics but business. Expensive to cover, largely ceremonial,
and one more loss of opportunity to put on new episodes of their
latest smutty sitcoms. Everybody's fired up about the swing state
polls showing Obama holding consistent leads. Can we deconstruct
that situation just a little before we run screaming into the
Enchanted Wood? Conservatives generally are near-hysterical about
the Romney likeability deficit. They don't like him because he's
not conservative enough for their taste. How they transfer this to
a general personality halitosis that can't be overcome is absurd.
When would likely voters, even swing state likely voters, have
learned very much about Romney? I've been following this campaign
since the initial godawful outcome in 2008 and even I couldn't
watch more than token portions and high(low))lights of the
Republican debates, a dozen supplicants smeared across two dozen
stages. Pro forma bullshit. Like all such sparring matches -- akin
to heats in Olympic swimming and track and field -- the goal is
not so much to win as to make sure you're in the field for the
next round. Then come the attack ads by a desperate incumbent who
can't afford to talk about his own record. Attacks launched by a
candidate universally stipulated (without evidence) to be
likeable. What do you do? Launch into pointlessly expensive and
futile "did not," "did too," "did not," "did too" exchanges? Or hold instead?
"H-o-o-o-o-ld!!!"
[I love it when commenters cite Scottish
military defeats as signs of solidarity with my roots. Even Obama is
smitten by their sado-masochistic game that isn't a game but an
archetype of life itself. 104 rounds worth. You're not competing
against the others; you're competing against the course.
While his mind may be in thrall to the authoritarian pretensions of
Ramadan and African Liberation Theology, his heart belongs to the
lowdown human truths of golf. Maybe the most promising thing we know about him. You play, lose more often than you win,
and there's no cheat that makes you anything but less. Why
Michelle always looks like she's sucking on a lemon. Would she
kick a ball to a better lie? That's her philosophy entire.]
Where were we? The conventions. They matter. The Democrats will
have to tell lies. About the state of the economy, turning the
corner that's still up around the bend, saving jobs that no longer exist, preventing foreclosures
that weren't prevented, etc. The importance of punishing the rich
except for the huge Obama bundlers on Wall Street and in
Hollywood. The Romneyites can simply show us a guy who looks
anything but ruthless, mean, and indifferent. The inside the
beltway Republicans scoff at the idea of the convention as a way
of "introducing Mitt Romney." But that's what it will be. NBC's
Olympic coverage went out of its way to make the London 2012
equestrian coverage about Ann Romney's horse. To the detriment of
their purpose, I think. It was the English who won the gold medal
in Team Dressage, high-hatting the Americans in their usual
aristocratic fashion. In London, Ann Romney and her over-exposed
horse were an underdog.
Which is precisely the Ann Romney people will see when she finally
takes the podium to back her husband, show off her large fine
family of sons and grandchildren, and a humble path of courage and
persistence against physical ills the First Family has had no
experience of.
We'll see. Maybe all the doomsayers swarming out of the closet are
right. But you're guilty of hypocrisy. At best a showy bouquet
tossed onto a coffin. At worst a cynical pose. When Lake talked
hope, he wasn't giving you permission to glue a plastic figurine on
your dashboards while you drove toward the nearest cliff. He was
challenging you to fight for what you hope for. I'm thinking you
just let him down. Big Time.
Monday, August 06, 2012
InstapunkPrimeSociopath
Prime
Sociopath
The
REAL Closer: Who's sexier? Helen Mirren by a landslide.
No flirtation.
No aw shucks moments. She doesn't USE being a woman. She
just IS one
YEAH, ACTUALLY READ THIS INTRO. I hate being dumb. But I admit it
when I am. I'm just irritated when my wife doesn't let me in on the
joke that proves how dumb I am before I have to fall on the sword in
public. Oh well. Spectacular dumb leads to cool posts. Like this one.
What my wife always had in mind.
The biggest hit ever in cable TV series, The Closer, has one, maybe two
episodes left. We've watched religiously. Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh
Johnson of the LAPD is a selfish narcissistic control freak who wrings
confessions from murderers with the glee of a vampire extracting blood.
She uses EVERYBODY, including her FBI husband, her family, her friends
and former intimates, in the pursuit of one goal. Conquering murderers.
She also likes chocolate. Which gives her more of an orgasm than her
straitlaced husband seems capable of doing.
Fun show? You bet. For maybe three years but not seven.. (They all get old, don't
they? Just imagine how good we could be if we learned from the Brits
about SHORT series.) Brenda will do anything other than let a
malefactor look up her skirt to secure evidence needed for conviction.
She exacts her own justice. She releases murderers into communities
guaranteed to kill them. In that interrogation room she will do, say, be anything necessary to get what
she wants. If it were a Brit show, we'd gotten to look up her skirt at
least once. But it wouldn't always be a Chanel skirt.
Why I'm dumb. It's all been done before. It always was a Brit show. All this time
I've been watching The Closer
with my wife, she withheld from me that it was a blind stone STEAL from
Helen Mirren's Prime Suspect.
Showing finally on Netflix now. Even when a U.S. TV network did 12
episodes of an obvious rip-off called, uh, Prime Suspect, she didn't tell me.
(I liked the show. All women, including my wife, hated Maria Bello's hat. I loved the hat. End of show.)
But now I've seen the mother font. Helen Mirren. Everything but the
specific geographical context is a rip-off. Not just male
resistance
Let me be clear, as our president would say. Brenda Leigh Johnson and (Prime Suspect's} Jane Tennison are
pretty much the same person. They can be soft and sweet and friendly,
but only when what they're after is a confession. They sob
occasionally, eat constantly, and just don't give a rat's ass about
anyone else. They doll up like movie stars before they enter the
interrogation room. Men above them in the hierarchy consistently
underestimate their awareness of old boy network politics. Men have no
prioblem with being sorta kinda psychopaths. It's only news, and drama,
when women show they can do it too.
For a woman in corporate America, Jane and Brenda are what men see in
Batman. The proof is MY wife. She's Jane and Brenda when she needs to
be, But without their unscrupulousness. She can bring down her fist
like Nanny McPhee in a top management meeting and make the world quake.
If she says "No," the answer is really no. But she's also been the
inspiration for male executives who've achieved great things and still
quiver in fear at her disapproval. Upshot? Still not a member of the
club, not always welcome and rarely invited. What are they afraid
of? Not her ruthlessness. Her moral fiber. So. Much. Stronger.
In my next life, I'm going to kick some ass on this subject.
In other words, Obama can lose the
big Eastern four—Ohio, Virginia, North Carolina, and Florida: all
of ’em!—and still be reelected.
And barring some huge cataclysm, he’s not losing all four of those
states. If he wins even one—say Virginia, the smallest of the
four—then Romney has to win Colorado, Iowa, and New Hampshire; all
possible, certainly, but all states where he has been behind,
narrowly but consistently, for weeks or months.
The list of states where Obama holds that narrow but consistent
lead is long: Ohio, Virginia, Iowa, Colorado, Nevada, and New
Hampshire. Michigan and Wisconsin are no longer really narrow.
Florida is more or less a dead heat. The bottom line is that of
the dozen or so key swing states, Romney leads only in one: North
Carolina. And that lead developed only over the summer. We’ll see
whether the Democrats’ decision to convene in Charlotte has any
impact on Romney’s three-point margin.
Can't come in here cooing like Pollyanna and not have to pay any
dues. Hope has to be earned not simply whooshed like a goddam
balloon.
No points for rah rah. Just warning you. Better be arguing numbers,
states, electoral college, etc.