Sunday, August 10, 2008

In which John Edwards balances out my previous Larry Craig post

Oh, my head.

I would have voted for the man. He was the only candidate who addressed the concerns of the working poor. He discussed that unsavory topic, poverty in America. He seemed sincere.

Seemed is what matters in politics. Perception equals reality. What a sad joke that it was tabloid "reporting" which uncovered the reality behind seemed.

I had considered, even gone so far as to hope for a moment or two, that Edwards would be Obama's choice for V.P. Imagine: Edwards and Obama sharing the DNC stage, their arms around each other's shoulders, their other arms raised in salute to the cheering crowd, as red, white and blue balloons drift down thick, almost obscuring them from the cameras, while triumphant music blares.

Meanwhile, in a back, dark hall of a hotel, a tabloid "reporter" feverishly scrawls notes dictated to him in whispers by a hotel security guard. On the last day of the Democratic National Convention, a headline appears: VICE PRESIDENTIAL PICK EDWARDS' AFFAIR!!

It sounds like a bad airport novel.

Edwards says his hubris came from thinking he was "special." Good bloody god, of course he thought he was special. You have to be convinced you're special to have the cajones, or the idiocy, to run for President of the United States. Is this meant to be an explanation or excuse?

"I began to believe I was special, pretty hot stuff, so I thought, 'You know, the wife hasn't been very attractive since she went through chemo, her interest in sex has diminished considerably since she's been concentrating on staying alive.' You have no idea how difficult cancer has been for me. And there was this lady who was attentive and flattering and pretty much eager to be banged by someone who might become President. So, I thought...'what the hell.' It was a mistake. I guess. I mean, now it's a mistake. Back then, before someone actually followed up on the rumors and caught me, it wasn't."

The only difference between Senator Larry Craig and Senator John Edwards is location and the level of sloppiness.

Hubris so all-consuming that one becomes blind to the possibility, even the probability, of one's lies being exposed, fascinates me. I have to force myself to imagine that point of view. Of course a rich and powerful man, especially a white man, would pay no attention to the "help" who saw him meet in a hotel --the Beverly Hills Hilton, for crying out loud-- with a woman who was not his wife. He'd never consider that the "help" might honestly report what they saw and heard. But in this day and age, when Bill Clinton's hypocrisy was revealed by an Internet Walter Winchell wanna-be in a fedora, any partially lucid political candidate should know that anything he's done in the recent or dusty past will be drudged up. (I'll expand on this in The Feminst & Al Franken).

Yet candidates continue to not only deny the things they did which would reflect badly on them, but they continue to do these things. Something in their brains must disconnect.

Reason: I am telling you, don't do it.
Stupidity: Get stuffed. I'll do what I want.
Reason: Do you think she'll be so honored that she'll never tell anyone? Even if a tabloid waves a check in her face?
Stupidity: Look at those knockers!
Reason: Yeah, and she's probably still making back payments on them! Which is why a big, fat check from The National Sludge would be really, really appealing to --HEY, get our hand off our belt buckle! Goddammit, I am not taking part in this! On your head be it!!
Stupidity: So to speak.

Even more fascinated, and more disgusting, is how many men will compartmentalize their emotions and loyalty towards their wives from their ability to betray them. I read, on YahooNews:

"The story is false," he (Edwards) told reporters then. "It's completely untrue, ridiculous." He professed his love for his wife, who had an incurable form of cancer, saying, "I've been in love with the same woman for 30-plus years and as anybody who's been around us knows, she's an extraordinary human being, warm, loving, beautiful, sexy and as good a person as I have ever known. So the story's just false."

If indeed his wife is "an extraordinary human being, warm, loving, beautiful, sexy and as good a person as I have ever known," why on earth did Edwards screw around? That he had sex, one assumes intercourse, with Hunter, but added that he "did not love her" points to a male mindset I will never grasp. Many men (sometimes I think all of them) can get hot and sticky with a person they not only don't love, but one they may loathe. Even when they sincerely love and are devoted to someone else.

The detachment of emotion from action is something I, and all the females I know of all sexual preferences, absolutely lack. Throughout history, women have attempted to be "like men," and have "casual" sex, or "zipless f***s," as Erica Jong put it. Theoretically, this "freedom" would enhance the sexual experience, and thus life itself.

Nice theroy. I've met a few women who claim it works for them. I find it interesting that all those women had been molested or abused in their younger years. Detachment is also a means of self-protection from pain.

Yet I've known many men who love their wives or partners (as far as my observations can substantiate), and have no ethical conundrum with infidelity. A mutually agreed upon "open" relationship or "understanding" isn't the same as a man who swears he's monogamously devoted to his wife, but screws the babysitter or his wife's best friend, knowing it would hurt his wife if she discovered it.

Believe me, I understand the pull of sexual attraction, how it makes one willing, even eager, to abandon all scruples and common sense, in disregard to what harm it may do to others, and to one's self.

But the pull is one thing. Acting upon it is another. If nothing else, one expects a career politician's sense of self-preservation to kick in. Some porn at home, a few toys or erotica, can be discreetly acquired, in aid to alleviating temptation.

But no. Edwards, like so many others, had to have flesh instead of fantasy. Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead. He was either certain he'd never be caught, or, in some sad, sorry nether chamber of his subconscious, wanted to be caught.

Either way, it doesn't reflect well on the Democrats. At this moment, strategists must be going over Obama's past with a microscope, searching for anything that might be used against him. To hell with Obama being transparent; they're going to examine his DNA to make sure, beyond a shadow of a shadow of a doubt, that nothing will earn any headlines which will propel Obama out of the picture and McCain into the forefront.

If Elizabeth Edwards stays with John, thus joining The Hillary Club for Lame Women, I can't respect her.

Oh, my aching head. This almost makes me want to follow the Russian/Georgian war, or watch the Olympics.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Yeah, I work in THAT airport, and yeah, I know about THAT bathroom

My Marketplace commentary about working in an airport jewelry store aired yesterday. http://marketplace.publicradio.org/display/web/2008/08/04/airport_retail/

I've been asked more times than I'd cared to be whether I work in that infamous airport, and whether I know about that infamous Men's Room. I've become sufficently annoyed to finally answer.

Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport employees have been directed by The Powers That Be to never comment about Senator Craig and what he's accused of doing in that restroom, or even to point out which restroom it is where it alledgedly happened. But here I'm not an airport employee. I am an Essayist and a Blogger. I have no restrictions.

Not long after I began working at the MSP airport, almost two years ago and almost a year before the police sting that netted Sen. Craig, two airport "rampers" filled me in about that Men's Room, because the gift shop where I then worked was only two doors down from it.



Since the "activities" in the restroom were known to seemingly all the airport employees except newbies like me, I wondered why the hell the police hadn't cracked down on it?

I don't care what a person's sexual preference is. As long as whatever occurs occurs between fully informed, consenting adults, it's none of my business.

But sex in public places, public places where unsuspecting people, especially children, may witness it, pisses me off to no end.

Sex is private. I do not want to walk into a restroom and hear or see two people of any gender doing whatever their exhibitionist hearts desire. How dare a person impose that on others! Beyond that fact that Craig was a Republican hypocrite (redundant), that he was promoting in the general public's mind the destructive stereotype of gay men as uncontrollable and irresponsible, Craig's sick little trysts might have been seen by any of the hundreds of children whose fathers take them to the restroom. That would make for a nice Learning Experience for Timmy, wouldn't it?

"Daddy, what were those men do--"
"Never mind."
"But Daddy, it was really weird--"
"Never mind."

In my opinion, Daddy would have been completely justified in kicking Senator Craig where it would hurt, and then calling 911. If the possibility of being caught gives one a thrill, one shouldn't whine about the consequences of being caught. "Free Expression," my Feminist Liberal Ass.

Almost as disturbing as the events which took place in that Men's Room is the twisted fascination tourists took in it. They barraged airport employees with questions. Along with interefering in our work, for which we're paid crap anyway, this was irritating, and convinced us that, as an Ethipoian co-worker of mine said, "Americans are sick." (No non-American ever asked myself or anyone I know about Senator Craig. People from other countries are often mature. Or at least polite.)

Familes wearing shirts that read I Luv DisneyWorld! would pose in the Men's Room doorway for snapshots. What a slideshow that'd make for the family website. "Here's Mom with Goofy, here's little Sarah with Cinderella, and here's the whole family where that politician got his c*** sucked."

(note: I'm not a prude. I just want this blog to be able to be read at libraries and workplaces which censor access to certain "bad" words. This is assuming hell, crap and ass are no longer "bad" words....I miss George Carlin.)

Grow up, America. Young people are dying in a war that should never have happened, people are lining up at food banks while their houses are being foreclosed, the majority of us can't afford decent health care, and you're taking purient glee in the location of a disturbed senator's downfall. Why don't you instead focus on Republican hypocrisy and the homophobia, Conservative and sometimes Liberal, which makes many citizens conclude that coming out as who they truly are would ruin them?

By the by, do you think all the Republicans who'll be in the Twin Cities for their National Convention are going to be Good, Faithful, Monogamous little Boys and Girls? Would people be as upset if a heterosexual politican were caught doing something in the restroom of the Xcell Center that he ought not to be?

Moving on...

My commentary at Marketplace's website is accompanied by an illustration of myself. Why a cartoon rather than a photo? ask the two of you who might actually wonder.

I am not photogenic. The camera not only doesn't like me, at times it downright resents me. While I try not to be self-conscious, I have just enough vainity to misrepresent myself with "artistic license."

In the interest of accuracy, I confess that my real appearance is much closer to the picture on the right.









COMING SOON (REALLY!): The Feminist & Al Franken
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pic credits: Moira Manion '08; New York Times; Moira Manion 08; Minnesota Public Radio