So I read Esquire's puff piece on John McCain. It was quite a bizarre article, and the author spent an inordinate amount of time fantasizing that the students at the New School graduation who didn't like McCain's graduation speech would throw dog shit at him in some fulfillment of a dream that liberals are all young unruly New York-based hippies.
...Following rumors that the Arizona senator--asked to speak today by the school's president and his old senate buddy, Bob Kerrey- risks being lacquered with dog shit before he turns the last page of his speech. It's been a tense few minutes, with the expectation that any one of them might, in hindsight, be made historic. Should his assailant's aim be true, John McCain will become the next president of the United States.....
He might anyway, this onetime maverick turned front-runner, perhaps the singular hope for the Republicans to keep their hold on the Oval Office. But his taking dog shit to the chest in front of an audience of New York City liberals could clinch it, galvanizing the fractured right wing behind its disrespected war hero, catapulting him through the party primaries (the races that he will always have the most trouble winning), and finally earning him the White House, probably in a center-right landslide over Hillary Clinton. That dog shit could do for McCain what he has never been able to do for himself: make him appear the victim, and this country has always had a thing for saving, as well as for the saved.
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Weaver hears it. The cops and security guards hear it. A few of the dozens of reporters in attendance hear it. Together, they tense, thinking at once, Here comes the dog shit.
But it does not come. Instead, McCain continues unmolested--physically, at least--wobbling to a tired, tepid finish.
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McCain takes his seat again, looking smaller than he did when he left it--looking, even without the aid of that dog shit, like a man who needs to be saved after all.
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Given today's unhappy start--given the absence of history-defining dog shit, for starters--perhaps this afternoon isn't the best time to begin the search for answers. Then again, perhaps it is.
First of all, this reads like it was written by someone who had just gotten through a night course titled 'An investment banker's guide to writing gonzo journalism'. It's dated, poorly written, delusional, and awkwardly nonsensical. Second, does this author suck at fantasizing, or what? Dog shit thrown by liberals? This is what the grand mission of McCain, he who will save America, means to this guy? A retread of 1960s urban myths about hippies combined with modern conservative victimology?
Weird stuff, just weird.
Also, I never want to hear any complaints about how much cursing there is in the blogs again.
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