WM reminded me of the time I went hunting pheasant with my
boyfriend. I have no idea why he wanted me to tag along. He
just said, “Punk, you’re coming with me tomorrow.” And he
taught me how to clean a gullet. I still have those beautiful
feathers, somewhere.
At 17 he took apart and rebuilt the engine of a ‘63 Sunbeam
Alpine. He was a math head, in the top 10 of a class of 150,
overall. He was a great second baseman. He tricked me into
answering a question on Return of the Native
incorrectly. I’d confessed to him that I hadn’t read the
chapters assigned: Hi! H’re you? As Rush would say.
A few days later there he was sitting cross-legged (Native
American and Irish, what a deadly combination!) on the little
flat roof just outside my bedroom window. Getting there was
such an act of athletic prowess that even my father, who
uncovered the plot, had to comment on it before telling him to
scram so he could have a little talk with his vagabonda
innamorata . It’s not like it is in the movies. Your
father blames you for everything. He knows, and more
importantly, he knows that you know.
I’ve been sitting on the Hoffman/Scozzafava fence. And I’m not
even sure why. But I’m going to send him some money anyway
because you need energetic conservatives inside.
Newt’s support for Scozzafava doesn’t surprise me. But Thaddeus
McCotter’s support for her does. His brief statement doesn’t
reveal a whole lot, just that speaking as a “51% republican we
need to take this seat as republicans.” He’s a serious thinker
and a sober man. I wish he would elaborate.
McCotter’s not some great modernist hankering to synthesize
heresies. In his interview with Peter Robinson (Uncommon
Knowledge), he says that politics is the art of the possible.
And I think he’s right. Yet, IIRC, he voted against the first
TARP and subsequent bailouts because he really did see that
Bush and Obama were both sticking it to the little guy on
behalf of the big guy, supposedly so well-educated yet still
needing the collective power of the little guy to prevent him
from being part of the bread line.