09 January 2008

Campaigning


I would tell you about the Iranians who were in the building, messing with the cable communications, since I find it interesting to deal with refugees, but I don't have time. The man I talked to was a Bahai, and the Mullahs had driven him out, fearing for his life.

He was matter of fact about the courage it took to leave the land of his birth and come to this strange country with its electronic customs and round-the-clock

His status as a persecuted minority did not correspond into expertise on Big Pink's cable service, though, and when my phone and internet were suddenly shut off and my input converted back to the five channels that come from the ancient satellite dish on the roof, I was naturally concerned.

I will have to find the correct cable to plug into another much later. I have to campaign downstate today, business versus politics, and the car is going to have to leave the garage at Big Pink in twenty minutes or I will be late.

I will have to rely on the conventional radio to get updates on the Revolutionary Guard Speedboats that had played chicken with the US Navy in the Straits of Hormuz, or the tracks of the tears that have vaulted Hillary Clinton back into place as the front-runner.

John McCain did not weep in his victory over Mitt Romney, and Reverend Huckabee was a distant third in the polling. It would seem that Rudi and Fred's campaigns are DOA, though of course that is what they said about John last summer.

Apparently women rallied behind her in New Hampshire, voting 47% in solidarity behind her. All the polls were wrong, or maybe people just didn't want to say that they had been convinced that she should be President because she showed a little human weakness.

I don't know about that. The victory was narrow, and the tears may or may not have been real.

This morning, basking in the victory, Senator Clinton said triumphantly, “I have found my own voice.”

I think that is good, and life affirming. But I don't know about you, but if I was only finding my voice at this point in a life, I would be a little concerned.

I don't mean to be petulant, or cynical, but the narrative is a little too pat, like those legal files from the Rose Law Firm that showed up on a table in the White House when people had been looking so hard for them for months and months.

It appears that her voice must have been in New Hampshire all along. It will be interesting to see what else we find with her over the next few months.

And just wait to see what might show up after the election.

Copyright 2008 Vic Socotra
www.vicsocotra.com

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