After Kerry "lost" the election to youknowwho, I was coming off of doing my damnedness to make some effort toward his election, by the mealy measure of phone-banking the weekend before the election. I had cringed through his Pendleton-donning, rifle-yielding episode-the obligatory political sign language to speak to gun owners--while realizing that the level on which the Kerrys killed for their sustenance was likely to be an accomplice down the line for the foie-gras.
When the loss was clarified, a little varmit ran across my mind, and in the marks of the long-nailed prints left behind, I read a shorthand that said "Oh god, he really sucked as a candidate."
So if Kerry could not be "the man who accompanied Jacqueline Kennedy to Paris," he's runnered-up as the man who accompanied James Taylor to Paris.
Granted, after 9/11, after our entire political establishment peed themselves, I do recall members of Congress came out and sang "God Bless America" on the steps of the Capitol. Not nearly as moving as the last scene in The Deer Hunter, but they tried. Because there are no Adlai Stevenson "great states(men)" anymore, just a bunch of pathetic clowns, inexplicably in power.
This is what it has come down to when we address an ally after a terror attack:
"You've got a friend.."
This reminds me of bumper stickers of long ago: "One nuclear bomb can ruin your whole day"
Especially if you just set the pie on the windowsill!
I am riffing off others, when I see in that gesture, the future of American foreign policy.
To any I/P negotiations, someone must sing:
"This Land is your land"
To Kim Jong-Un: "The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys"
I'm sure you all have your own suggestions...