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OBVIOUSLY, I AM A VERY BAD PROGNOSTICATOR. In the 1996 Presidential run-up, my candidate was Phil Gramm. In 2000, I favored John Ashcroft. Something has happened here, and, like Bob Dylan's Mr. Jones contemplating monstrous people, I don't know what it is.
The characters in Bob Dylan's song were monsters indeed, prefiguring the monstrous types who dominate today's public stage: perverse speakers of malicious nonsense, obscene exhibitionists, proud purveyors of insane propaganda.
I don't blame Mr. Jones a bit. The pencil in his hand won't do him any good, however. He should just leave. Today's monsters can't survive without the Joneses to maintain an orderly society. You can't epater les bourgeoises if the bourgeoises don't pay you any mind. The Joneses can get along without the monsters just fine.
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