03
Nov
my political curio cabinet
I had a good feeling about this one, but I had a good feeling about Dukakis, too, right up to the point where he was pulverized by the Willie Horton ad.
I fantasized about seeing Kerry’s craggy face staring out of my television for four years, like a 21st century Lincoln. Instead, he goes into my political curio cabinet, alongside my Dukakis bauble, my Gore figurine, my Mondale bauble, and my ERA trinket.
The best thing to hope for is that W tries to heal some open wounds, and I have no hope for that. The second best thing to hope for is a Watergate redux, and I have slim hope for that, since there is no seventies-era Washington Post left to follow a story to its miserable end. Is there a paper left that hasn’t put its balls in a safety deposit box? I don’t think so.
The last, best hope is that the bastards won’t have enough time to dismantle the country before I die of old age. Just give me 40 or 50 years, is all. C’mon! Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
