I hope the Fred Thompson campaign folks realize that my strong but constructive
criticism yesterday wasn't just a one-man rant. Aside from my
column suggesting that Tony Snow run for the Senate from Virginia
(before Tony was diagnosed with a recurrence of cancer, which I am
confident he will hold in check) -- about which I was inundated,
breathatkingly, with messages of "Where do I sign up to help?!?" --
I have never had such a volume of responses as I did to yesterday's
column. And I would estimate that something slightly over 90
percent of them were in utter agreement with me. Note that most of
those who agreed are either Thompson supporters, or would-be
Thompson supporters, or once-were Thompson supporters, who are
really, really eager for him to step up his performances but who
are really, really disappointed so far. A number of letter writers
also specifically mentioned receiving the same platitudinous phone
message from Thompson about which I complained so strongly, and
every one of those correspondents had the same reaction I did: that
the message was actually counterproductive because it came across
as an insult to their intelligence. I can't repeat strongly enough,
based on the huge volume and intensity of letters I received, that
there is a hunger out there for a conservative candidate to mount a
strong campaign, that there is a belief that Thompson has at least
the potential to mount such a campaign -- and that, so far, his
performance since the summer hasn't just failed to light a fire
toward that end, but has actually turned people off for a number of
reasons.
Mostly, (judging from the letters), people seem actually angry
that Thompson keeps slinging around cliches. It's not that people
demand 10-point plans for everything, but they do want a sense that
the candidate has put at least SOME thought into HOW to put
principles into action, and that he respects their intelligence
enough not to try to sucker them with a bunch of hackneyed
phrases.
Again, people really want to see Thompson do well. But they want
somebody to light a fire under him, or put a fire in his belly, or
whatever cliche best expresses the same thing. There's ahappy
medium between having no sharp edges and offering nothing but
gelatin. Right now he's too close to offering nothing but gelatin.
He can do better. He should do better.