Before leaving the Democratic Presidential race for some time (let it marinate, it’s really too early people) let me say a few words about Mike Gravel.
I think if most of the people who watched last night’s debate were given truth serum, they would be cheering for Gravel, a former Alaska Senator who went all Howard Beale on Bush last night, and by extension on the rest of the Democratic field.
There are many times when all of us say exactly what he’s saying. The war was lost when it was started. The next one to die there is a new crime. We’ve got criminals running this country and we ought to treat ’em like what they are.
But when power starts smelling close — and it smells awful close for a lot of Democrats these days — that’s not what you say. You get all diplomatic, get a big stick and shove it up your ass, and you smile, smile, smile. Gravel is like a fart at a cocktail party, a big one, and the old guy who did it smiling that big ol’ smile of his as if to say, "don’t tell me your shit don’t stink, I’m old enough to know better. And I can say what I really feel because no one takes me seriously anyway."
Of course a real Gravel boomlet
would give Republicans great cause for hope. They would be jumping
up-and-down with glee, attacking not only Gravel but his supporters.
Even though every one of their candidates are just as batshit crazy to
the right as they accuse him of being to the left. And, to tell you the
truth, some of Gravel’s more batshit ideas are identical to the crap they’re peddling. (Gravel is the only Democrat supporting the so-called "fair tax" — which would replace all income tax with sales tax.)
Presidents are not kings. Bad tactics aren’t strategy. Slavery isn’t a
service to God. Making murder bang-bang easy does not make it less common. I didn’t expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition. We don’t need Dukes and Counts and Emperors in America,
ordained by their fathers with all the nation’s assets and power, passing them onto their
children until the last generation.
Now that I have exercised my own Inner Gravel, let’s get back to work.