|I'm back at the computer stand again. Apparently, all went well last week. For a while, it looked as if I might have done something that caused the works to be glitched. You can imagine how I felt. Knowing my reputation for causing machines to have breakdowns upon experiencing my fatal touch, I was a wreak until it was discovered that my using the thing had nothing to do with whatever attacked it. If it doesn't say hale and hearty after our session today, I will have to go back to the typewriter I loathe.
Today, I am suffering from political campaign aversion. This allergy causes me to break out into a rash, tremble and foam at the mouth every time one of the clowns trying to be a President appears in the newscast. When I think that this is just a preamble to the stuff that will pollute the Cableways once the main bout kicks in, I could shriek. It's a shame one can't fast forward life and jump to next January. This would mean I would have to sacrifice the glorious days of Spring, Summer and Fall, not to mention some holidays of which I am very fond, but it might be worth it just to miss the hype and tripe of another electronic Presidential campaign.
I have a letter written in 1860, in which a father is describing to his daughter, away at school, the visit he and her two younger brothers made to the railroad station in their home town where Abraham Lincoln had stopped on his way to his inauguration in Washington, D.C. There were bands and cheers and Lincoln stood on the back of the train and made a short speech, promising to do his very best. Apparently, someone in the crown tried to pick someone's pocket. The writer was shocked and hastened to point out to his boys the difference between the thief and the man on the train. Lincoln, he said had been born poor but because he had a great and good character, had grown to be a man elected to be President and not a skulking felon who preyed upon his fellow man.
I wonder what this fellow would think of the people running for the office of numero uno in the U.S. and the world today? Personalities aside, how would he view the practice of buying the job through special interests' donations or personal wealth? If you can get inside the mind of a decent, hard working voter of 1860, I think you'd find a large degree of dismay. I never used to feel this way. I've always been a political animal. Even as a young kid, I loved to participate in campaign and have done everything from licking envelopes for bulk mailing to stomping door to door for my favorite cause or candidate. I can still work up enthusiasm for causes but not candidates.
I'm enough of a student of history to be fully aware that very few of those chosen to be hailed as the Chief have deserved the honor. If you care enough to read the facts and accept them, its easy to see that the job is bigger than the average man who held it. Despite this, the country has managed to survive and retain the glorious wonder of its founding.
So, why can't we produce men or women who have the stature the Presidency required? I think I have part of the answer. It's the tube. If there had been national television in 1860 Lincoln probably would have not been his party's choice. He had a high pitched voice with the trace of a Kentucky accent. That would have worked against him. He would have been considered not photogenic enough.
One can not even imagine him appearing on a Late Night Show, although he had a great sense of humor and could have quoted pages of Shakespeare. He would not have changed his wardrobe to suit the State, jumping from an Armani pin striped suit and tie to a flannel shirt and jeans.
I think you can safely say I've had it with the election and all its baggage.
To quote Shakespeare myself, "A plague on both your houses", -or as many houses involved. I'm going to dig up my old "Dizzy Gillespie For President" sweatshirt.