The Candidates Who Never Were
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UPDATE: Werd.
UPDATE II: He wanted tea?
Dear Senator McCain:
I would never vote for you in a million years, but I want to thank you for doing whatever it is that you may have done to make the war in Iraq less of an issue in the 2008 presidential race.
And thanks for sparing other Republican candidates the agony of confronting an ill-conceived military strategy in Iraq (and those responsible for it) by trying to act all Commander in Chief-like.
Because of you, my candidate (the real conservative in this race) might actually stand a chance against Hillary or Obama this November. With Iraq off the table, he can now focus his campaign rhetoric on more important things.
Yours truly,
an A.B.M. (Anyone but McCain) Republican
How much corn could a corn stove burn if a corn stove could burn enough corn to keep the second floor of a three-story duplex "toasty at all times"?
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According to Mike TaRose, an upwardly-mobile cornhead from Minnesota, about 25 bushels (nearly three-quarters of a ton) per month. At the current price of $4 per bushel, Mr. TaRose figures that the small $2,500 corn stove he purchased will pay for itself in four years, assuming, of course, that increased consumption of corn will not result in higher prices.
And that's not all, TaRose figures he's not just decreasing the size of his carbon footprint, he's negativizing it!
"By the time summer comes around, the (grown) corn that I buy will have eaten the carbon dioxide that I put out the year before," he said. "So you really get a negative CO2 footprint."
But what about the gigantor soil-erosion footprint left in its stead?
And what of the adverse affects corn fumes have on the brain, like messing with one's ability to perform simple multiplication and division.
"It's a daily maintenance. I get off my butt and go downstairs to the garage (where he stores his kernels) and bring up about 60 pounds of corn in about two buckets."
Imagine all the people having 25 bushels of corn delivered to their door each month (transported by trucks fueled, no doubt, with ethanol) and running short because they can't multiply, requiring one or more additional deliveries? And what of the inability to even calculate one's carbon footprint?
It's not so much that cornheads will, if left unsupervised, pose a serious threat to global food supplies any time soon. At some point, grownups will step in and take away their corn stoves.
But in the meantime, couldn't the time wasted developing (and money spent subsidizing) corn stove technology be better spent on perpetual-motionology?
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Two of MSNBC's most excitable political analysts, Tim Russert and Chris Matthews,
were jumping in their jammies over last night's election returns in New Hampshire.
One, deliriously giddy; the other, ready to throw something at somebody, anybody.
One caucus, one primary, one week into the 2008 presidential primary race and these two appeared genuinely astonished that no one candidate had locked up his/her party's nomination yet.
"This race is wide open!" Mr. Russert declared gleefully.
In sharp contrast, Chris Matthews scowled and pouted, demanding answers on why
there was such a disparity between pre-election polling numbers and the actual
vote count. And he wanted these answers NOW!
No wonder Mr. Matthews was miffed. Based on polls indicating that Hillary Clinton
was a goner in New Hampshire, he (and other Democratic shills on MSNBC) extrapolated
those numbers (and Iowa's) nationwide and thus concluded that they should spend
all day Monday and Tuesday crafting Senator Clinton's political obituary live, on camera.
Alas, there are more things in heaven and earth, Tim and Chris, than are dreamt of in your cockamamie fantasies based on poll numbers, especially six days into a considerably longer primary process.
For one thing, polls are nothing like elections, which should be obvious to seasoned political analysts (pulling in six and seven figure annual incomes) but apparently isn't. For the record, polling results from various sources are not interchangeable with, or a substitute for, the actual ballots cast and counted in a federally-regulated election.
Isn't that a good thing?
Shouldn't we be thrilled that pollsters are not spot-on in every single election? If they were, what would be the point of voting? Why leave the house to cast a ballot if Zogby or Rasmussen have already determined the winners and losers based on a small sampling of "likely" voters polled the day before?
The truth about polls? Pollsters don't just call up registered voters and ask,
"So, who ya' gonna vote for?"
First, those called are asked a series of qualifying questions in order to ascertain
other information about them, which is then used to categorize these folks into
various target groups. (Why not just ask them for a photo and post it on the
Internet)?
Not quite the same experience as entering the privacy of a voting booth and casting a confidential ballot.
And, oftentimes, depending on who's conducting the poll and for what purpose, poll questions are cleverly crafted in ways that ever-so-subtly promote/discourage various points of view, or are designed to manipulate the responses of those polled, i.e., tweak poll results for effect.
And what about the caucus process, in which supporters of various candidates flock to designated corners of a room or auditorium? How can pollsters anticipate the effect/influence Obama Fever (or other contagion) may have on caucus participants?
Suggestion to Messrs. Russert and Matthews: To avoid these roller-coaster highs and lows over the next ten months, try spending less time reporting (and basing your predictions) on a candidate's poll numbers, and devote considerably more time to analyzing the candidates' respective overall appeal, performance, message, and effectiveness of his/her campaign organization.
And please note that a considerable difference between poll numbers and elections results does not constitute a "stunning political upset". For a "political upset" to occur, a candidate must have consistently won/lost a series of actual elections and then, for whatever reasons, suffer/enjoy a resounding and unexpected defeat/victory.
Update: Cassandra wrote a great post on the subject of polls some time back and, yet, it couldn't be more timely.
Gwyneth Paltrow's husband, Cold Play's Chris Martin, is suffering from Post
Traumatic Songwriting Syndrome and has been undergoing hypnotherapy to help
him cope with all the pressure he's under to cleverly misspell the title of
his next album.
Retiring Microsoft chairman Bill Gates is doing his best to dispel the myth
that aging, self-indulgent baby boomers pose a bigger threat to Western civilization
than the dependence on/over-consumption of foreign oil.
Speaking of aging, self-indulgent baby boomers (and the era in which their
perpetual immaturity flowered and continues to stagnate), Stephen
Spielberg is teaming up with screenwriter Aaron Sorkin to produce a film about
the Chicago 7, with Borat playing Abbie Hoffman and Truman Capote tackling
the role of William Kunstler.
After that, it looks like Spielberg's next project is "Lincoln", with
"Kinsey" star Liam Neeson to portray the Great Emancipator,
which is even creepier because of Neeson's uncanny resemblance to the
director's real hero, the Great Incarcerator.
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According to British tabloid reports, Sir Paul McCartney is winding down the magical mystery tour of life by slowly drinking himself to death.
Sean Penn's idea of a romantic weekend in Lake Tahoe with the wife?
Park the little woman her own hotel suite. Find a trendy Tahoe bar to strike a pose in. Get wasted. Pick up a couple of Russian party girls. Take the celebrity sluts up to your hotel room so that when the old ball-and-chain comes knocking on your door looking for a little romance, she won't have to walk too far.
Wouldn't it have been much easier to simply ask the mother of his children for a divorce, or considerably kinder to just punch her in the stomach?
(Who knows what goes on between Penn's ears? Maybe he's angling a gig to drunk-blog for Pajamas Media).
In the real world, winners are the people who deftly navigate reality, while losers tend to daydream a lot with toes and fingers, arms and legs, crossed in total-body contortion.
So, in this presidential (and congressional) election year, what are the political realities that conservatives should pay attention to if they really want to win big in November?
Ahem, Mr. Dawkins, you seem to have made a fool of yourself...once again.
Dear Crybaby:
We all know how distraught you are over Iowa, and why, and your points are well taken. No need to keep blubbering or throwing empty pizza boxes at the wall. We get it. Now what?
If I may be so bold, I'd like to make a suggestion.
Try mustering up enough composure to cope. And if you can't, maybe you should give it a rest. Like it or not, the clock is ticking, i.e., the opportunities to champion an alternative to Huckabee (or any other potential nominee you can't stomach) decrease as each day passes, and writhing uncontrollably on the floor with your blanky will do nothing to extend this time frame.
Yes, you can still eviscerate the candidates you despise (and those who support them), but enough with the flip-flopping and one-night stands. Why don't you try picking and sticking with one candidate for at least a couple of weeks?
I know, I know...It's difficult for any self-respecting Dude with Integrity to support a presidential candidate who doesn't share the same values, sophisticated tastes, and reason for living.
Sorry, guys. I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but an openly-adolescent fortysomething porndog who will ban abortion and waterboard James Dobson just isn't in the cards, at least not this time around.
So, what are your choices?
Bottom line: If it just feels too uncool to go with what's available, please, by all means, stay cool. No one would want you to do anything that might jeopardize your hoody-under-the-$1200-leather-jacket online persona. After all, what would Scarlett Johansson's breasts think?
But if you must rag on, perhaps you can ease up on those projectiles of bile you've been spewing at hardworking, middle-class Republicans in Iowa, many of whom earn their living by producing all that stuff in your freezer, refrigerator, and pantry. (From what I understand, producing sustenance is thankless work that isn't particularly easy, pleasant, or lucrative).
When you think about it, all these folks did was get up off their asses and exercise their right to support and vote for the candidate of their choice. I'm sure most of them were completely unaware of how adversely their actions would affect you, Mr. Real Conservative, who refuses to come out and support any candidate because to do so would seriously harsh your cool factor.
And, who knows? Maybe some of these Iowans, in the months and weeks leading up to the caucus, actually visited your blog or read your comments hoping to find some guidance, but all they found were pictures of boobies and the accompanying TMI journal entries.
Yours truly,
Mrs. R.
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The fog hasn't exactly lifted for this Republican voter but given the choice between the three GOP front-runners (pictured above), I gotsta go with (I can't believe I'm writing this) John McCain.
Yes, it's difficult to embrace John McCain, what with all those prickly thorns protruding from his hide. On the other hand, it takes a mighty tough hide to bear that kind of thornage.
Some other considerations that favor McCain:
| Young men fighting in Iraq = Young men traveling around Iowa in a Winnebago, campaigning for their father, a former governor who's running for president. |
And last, but not least...
When it comes to war heroes, McCain's s the genuine article. This bloodline
doesn't automatically earn him his party's presidential nomination, but spending
five-and-a-half years in a Vietnamese POW camp certainly merits him a bump in
the line.
While various political operatives may question the military record of any presidential
candidate who has served his country in uniform, such service (especially
wartime service) tends to blur lines most of us never have to negotiate.
And when a campaign advisor for
Hillary Clinton alludes to McCain's captivity as a POW with vile snark like
this,
| "Privately, Hillary’s camp was not overly upset by the McCain swipe because it suspected he was doing the bidding of the White House and that he ended up, as one adviser put it, 'looking similar to the way he did on those captive tapes from Hanoi, where he recited the names of his crew mates.'” |
Other lines snap sharply into focus.