Friday, May 13

Milk For Free

INTERESTING how this seems to be the week when Beltway insiders have decided to start the Republican Presidential campaign, with or without Republican Presidential candidates.

Perhaps it was last week's GOP "Presidential" debate, dwarfish even by US Presidential campaign standards, which set them off. (The Villagers sure seem to take an almost proprietary interest in Republican national politics, don't they? The worst of right-wing buffoonery, the idea of Herman Cain winning a debate, or the appearance that the Republican base might actually agree with the unwashed tripe served up by FOX News, or talk radio--which the Villagers, in the main, do not--really brings out the demands that things get serious, or "serious", as though there'd be a marked difference between Cain and McCain administrations.) The unwilling, indolent, but semi-dedicated Daniels watcher, for example, has been pummeled daily by the Dailies; between the He'd Add Seriousness routine (Ruth Marcus climbs on board this morning) and the sudden, sui generis interest in the Daniels' marriage (the Times, the Post, this and that, all of which manage to say nothing at whatever length) just before Cheri's roll-out last night, where she wowed 'em with her cow-milking tales from the Indiana State Fair, you couldn't swing a cat this week without hitting Mitch Daniels, unless you took care to swing it a minimum of five feet off the ground.

Marcus, who says she couldn't imagine actually voting for Daniels, nevertheless thinks his Seriousness would make Obama a better candidate, thus raising the question of the last time she, or anyone else, was justified in believing Serious Issues actually enter into one of our Presidential campaigns, let alone make either candidate "better". I'm going with Grant-Greeley.

Despite all the grudging it requires, I respect the job Team Daniels has done to this point, considering the hand they have to work with. They shoehorned a malignant and diminutive wonk into Lamar Alexander's Jes' Folks campaign, and even found a plaid shirt that would fit him, with the result that, five years later, Rich Lowry would tell the world (ha ha! He told readers of National Review! Exaggeration for comic effect) what an authentic consumer of fried pork and pig feed Daniels was, even though no one with passing familiarity of the genre could possibly believe it. Following his proposal, ten minutes after his first inauguration, to raise income taxes on the top earners in Indiana in order to pay to reduce the "deficit" and burnish his combover, Team Daniels saw to it the man never spoke extemporaneously in public again. After a couple months of watching him lunge across tables or run down city streets to grasp the kneecaps of hecklers, they saw to it no one with anything over a 12 handicap would ever get within a hundred yards of him again, save Fairgoers and photo-op truck-stop waitresses, widely spaced. Their man somehow went from Bush popularity ratings in 2007 to a landslide victory only partly explained by his opponent's non-existence and his own enormous war chest. The Post marriage article has Daniels' opponents running from his "intellectual heft"; this for a man whose five favorite books are Atlas Shrugged.

And as anyone who lived through the Reagan administration knows, you can obscure a man's record to the point of unrecognizability, but it's tough hiding his wife. So far they're doing the avoidance therapy thing with her, which may or may not work out, but there seems to be a real concern about the marriage history thing, like either 1) there's some there there, or 2) there's some concern about Mrs. Daniels being able to handle it. And someone seems to be living in a dream world where Cheri just stays home through a Presidential campaign the way she did a couple Indiana gubernatorial races, then milks cows on the South Lawn for four years. For now the Insiders are content to chew on Mitt (flip-flopper) and Newt (flipped out), but at some point the little man's gonna have to come out and campaign (just like Fred Dumbo Thompson), and nationally "it's a love story for the ages" isn't gonna fly any further than "can I get extra French's on that corndog?"

7 comments:

Kia said...

... you couldn't swing a cat this week without hitting Mitch Daniels, unless you took care to swing it a minimum of five feet off the ground...

I would pay actual dollars to see this, if you can find a cat that is into this kind of thing.

Jay B. said...

It was nice of Marcus to inform us of his seriousness while gliding past his actual performance as an architect of the Bush Boom.

Anonymous said...

After reading Friday's WAPO article on Cheri, it appears that one of Mitch's primary opponents did some anonymous leaking. So much for those mean Democrats.

Veritas said...

I'd contribute to Mitch Daniels' campaign as much as I would to Trump's (gone), Mitt's (gone), or Newt's (gone next week). Every one of them will have to measure up to the handsome, lean black muslim currently in the White House who must be having great sex with the only woman he has ever loved, both before and after he killed bin Laden.
This is the Republican nightmare writ large. Our President is the proto-American family man, our protector, and the smartest guy alive -- phone this election in. Huckabee is the smartest of the pack for staying out. The rest just want the fame of losing big. Sucks to be them.

hoosierville said...

There is a picture of Mitch Daniels behind a lectern standing on a man-maker somewhere in the South Bend Tribs archives. They ran it on the front page several years back. 1/4 page, above the fold....before they cut the page size. Just sayin'.

loretta said...

Incidentally, the Indiana Supreme Court just ruled that: "We hold that there is no right to reasonably resist unlawful entry by police officers."

I guess the 4th Amendment is dead in Indiana.

See: Barnes v. Indiana - or this:


http://www.thenewamerican.com/usnews/constitution/7483-indiana-supreme-court-says-citizens-cant-resist-rogue-police

Aaron said...

I will never be able to think of Daniels again without silently adding "..a malignant and diminuitive wonk."

For which I'm inexpressibly grateful.