the country wants a
candidate can’t be injured
by past history

Adapted from the line:

What the country wants is a candidate who cannot be injured by investigation of his past history, so that the enemies of the party will be unable to rake up anything against him that nobody ever heard of before. If you know the worst about a candidate, to begin with, every attempt to spring things on him will be checkmated.

In the short story, Mark Twain as a Presidential Candidate, by Mark Twain.

Mr. Twain ends with this, “But I recommend myself as a safe man — a man who starts from the basis of total depravity and proposes to be fiendish to the last.”

Here is the short short story, first published in 1879.

Mark Twain as a Presidential Candidate.

I have pretty much made up my mind to run for President. What the country wants is a candidate who cannot be injured by investigation of his past history, so that the enemies of the party will be unable to rake up anything against him that nobody ever heard of before. If you know the worst about a candidate, to begin with, every attempt to spring things on him will be checkmated.

Now I am going to enter the field with an open record. I am going to own up in advance to all the wickedness I have done, and if any Congressional committee is disposed to prowl around my biography in the hope of discovering any dark and deadly deed that I have secreted, why — let it prowl.

In the first place, I admit that I treed a rheumatic grandfather of mine in the winter of 1850. He was old and inexpert in climbing trees, but with the heartless brutality that is characteristic of me I ran him out of the front door in his night shirt at the point of a shotgun, and caused him to bowl up a maple tree, where he remained all night, while I emptied shot into his legs. I did this because he snored. I will do it again if I ever have another grandfather. I am as inhuman now as I was in 1850.

I candidly acknowledge that I ran away at the battle of Gettysburg. My friends have tried to smooth over this fact by asserting that I did so for the purpose of imitating Washington, who went into the woods at Valley Forge for the purpose of saying his prayers. It was a miserable subterfuge. I struck out in a straight line for the Tropic of Cancer because I was scared. I wanted my country saved, but I preferred to have somebody else save it. I entertain that preference yet. If the bubble reputation can be obtained only at the cannon’s mouth, I am willing to go there for it, provided the cannon is empty. If it is loaded my immortal and inflexible purpose is to get over the fence and go home. My invariable practice in war has been to bring out of every fight two-thirds more men than when I went in. This seems to me to be Napoleonic in its grandeur.

My financial views are of the most decided character, but they are not likely, perhaps, to increase my popularity with the advocates of inflation. I do not insist upon the special supremacy of rag money or hard money. The great fundamental principle of my life is to take any kind I can get.

The rumor that I buried a dead aunt under my grapevine was correct. The vine needed fertilizing, my aunt had to be buried, and I dedicated her to this high purpose. Does that unfit me for the Presidency? The Constitution of our country does not say so. No other citizen was ever considered unworthy of this office because he enriched his grapevines with his dead relatives. Why should I be selected as the first victim of an absurd prejudice?

I admit also that I am not a friend of the poor man. I regard the poor man, in his present condition, as so much wasted raw material. Cut up and properly canned, he might be made useful to fatten the natives of the cannibal islands and to improve our export trade with that region. I shall recommend legislation upon the subject in my first message. My campaign cry will be: “Desiccate the poor workingman; stuff him into sausages.”

These are about the worst parts of my record. On them I come before the country. If my country don’t want me, I will go back again. But I recommend myself as a safe man—a man who starts from the basis of total depravity and proposes to be fiendish to the last.

What would Mr. Twain made of the political scene of today?

As he put it, in a conversation between the King and the Duke in the book, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn … “Hain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain’t that a big enough majority in any town?“

That more or less sum’s up us voters and the government we elect.

As for the folks who run for office?

As Huckleberry Finn said, “… I wouldn’t approve of it, nor I wouldn’t stand by and see the rules broke — because right is right, and wrong is wrong, and a body ain’t got no business doing wrong when he ain’t ignorant and knows better.”

I am reminded of a Saturday Night Live bit with Will Ferrell as George W. Bush who summed up finding the right person to be President saying, “Running a government is kind of like driving a school bus: 

You don’t want a crazy person driving that bus.

You want a simple, underachieving, not very educated but reliable guy behind that wheel.

Someone with a steady hand who will be on time and get into one or two but no more than four accidents a year,”

Sounds about right.

But who wants to be a school bus driver these days?

will we look back and
blame only ourselves – it’s not
hard to imagine

In an opinion piece in the New York Times (Hoping for a Miracle, Hurtling Toward Disaster, July 20, 2023), Pamela Paul looks at the possible candidacy’s of Donald Trump and Joe Biden and states:

A Biden-Trump rematch feels like a concession, as if we couldn’t do any better or have given up trying.

I think of the New Deal era and Franklin D. Roosevelt.

So many good and thoughtful people, people eager to take part and help, signed on to FDR’s administration that it was known as the ‘Brain Trust.’

I think of the post World War 2 era and John F. Kennedy.

So many good and thoughtful people, people eager to take part and help, signed on to JFK’s administration that it was known as the ‘New Frontier.’

An ‘undergraduate-must-read-book’ about the JFK administration is titled, “The Best and the Brightest.“

Today, who gets involved in Government?

Today, who would WANT to get involved with Government?

Today, who would volunteer for that kind of abuse?

Instead of a Brain Trust or the Best and the Brightest we have a paraphrase of Groucho Marx saying ‘I wouldn’t join any club that would let people like me be a member‘ sand end up with the idea that I wouldn’t vote for any person who want’s the job.

Ms. Paul writes, “One clear sign of America’s deepening hopelessness is the weird welcoming of loony-tune candidates …”

” … it’s as if we’re collectively paralyzed, less complacent than utterly bewildered, waiting for “something” to happen — say, a health crisis or an arrest or a supernatural event — before 2024. While we wait, we lurch ever closer to something of a historical re-enactment, our actual history hanging perilously in the balance.“

It isn’t the last line of the Opinion piece, but the last line of the next to last paragraph that stands out.

Will we look back and have only ourselves to blame?

I am reminded of something someone wrote about JFK.

I can’t recall the book or article and I am too pressed for time at the moment to get into the google but the gist of it was that President Kennedy stood up and took the blame for the botched Bay of Pigs operation.

After all, wrote the author, there was no other President at the time.

It isn’t a question of being a question.

It is safe to say that we look back and have only ourselves to blame.

After all, there is nobody here but us at this time.

from day to day this
is no ordinary time
have to rise above

I know and you know that any man who is in an office of great responsibility faces a heavier responsibility perhaps than any man has ever faced before in this country.

Therefore, to be a candidate of either great political party is a very serious and a very solemn thing. You cannot treat it as an ordinary nomination, in an ordinary time.

We people in the United States have got to realize today that we face now a grave, a serious situation.

Therefore, this year, the candidate who is the President of the United States cannot make a campaign in the usual sense of the word.

He must be on his job.

So each and every one of you who give him this responsibility, because you will make the campaign, you will have to rise above considerations which are narrow and partisan.

You must know that this is the time when all Good men and women give every bit of service and strength to their country that they have to give.

This is a time when it is the United States that we fight for.

The domestic policies that we have established as a party, that we must believe in, that we must carry forward, and in the world we have a position of great responsibility.

We cannot tell from day to day what may come.

This is no ordinary time.

No time for weighing anything, except what we can best do for the country as a whole. And that rests, that responsibility on each and every one of us as individuals.

No man who is a candidate, or who is president, can carry this situation alone.

This is only carried by a united people who love their country and who will live for it to the fullest of their ability with the highest ideals, with the determination that their party shall be absolutely devoted to the good of the nation as a whole and to doing what this country can to bring the world to a safer and happier condition.

(Eleanor Roosevelt Speech to the 1940 Democratic National Convention in Chicago
July 18, 1940)
TO repeat:

a united people

who love their country

and who will live for it

to the fullest of their ability

with the highest ideals,

with the determination that their party shall be absolutely devoted

to the good of the nation as a whole

and to doing what this country can

to bring the world

to a safer and happier condition

eight years spent longing
for Hollywood’s realism
and sincerity

Lawyer, Actor and Politician Fred Thompson described his thoughts on who he might include in his autobiography.

Mr. Thompson wrote:

There were the early days when I was a federal prosecutor.

Then there would be a part about my role as counsel for the Watergate committee, and my part in revealing the taping system in the Nixon White House.

Then, of course, I would relate some of my experiences in the movie business as well as on the TV show Law & Order.

And there would be the eight years I spent in the U.S. Senate (which made me long for the realism and sincerity of Hollywood).

The U.S. Senate made me long for the realism and sincerity of Hollywood.

I am reminded of something I heard Jim Harrison say in an interview that the only way he, Mr. Harrison, could stand being in Hollywood was the knowledge that, due to air travel, he could be back where he lived in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in just a matter of hours.

Mr. Thompson’s time in the US Senate made him long for Hollywood.

Mr. Harrison’s time in Hollywood made him long for Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.

Have you have been to the U.P.?

I’ll let you draw any conclusions but often I think it is not a question of whether or not this Republic WILL survive, but HOW did we make it this far?

*From Teaching the Pig to Dance: A Memoir of Growing Up and Second Chances by Fred Thompson, Crown, 2010.

Toe-curlingly bad …
in words of one syllable
George Bush said it best

Quoted now by so many, as George W. Bush left the platform after the inaugural address of President Donald Trump, said to his wife, “That’s some weird shit.”

Not sure that this has ever been improved on.

And it is still applies to the current day.

In his article, “Toe-curlingly bad television: Trump’s torturous town hall backfires on CNN“, subtitled, “Truth didn’t stand a chance as the former president talked too fast to be factchecked and too shamelessly to be interrupted,” David Smith of the Guardian wrote:

The nausea came gradually, then suddenly, and with disconcerting familiarity. We had been flung back in time to the political hellscape of 2016. Only the second time around, it was somehow worse.

By chance I was reading in the Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 13, where the Prophet writes about false prophets in Israel saying, “Because they lead my people astray, saying, “Peace,” when there is no peace, and because, when a flimsy wall is built, they cover it with whitewash.

And it reminded of a another country.

Especially when Ezekiel went on to say …

Son of man, if a country sins against me by being unfaithful and I stretch out my hand against it to cut off its food supply and send famine upon it and kill its people and their animals, even if these three men — Noah, Daniel and Job — were in it, they could save only themselves by their righteousness, declares the Sovereign Lord.

even if these three men …

Noah,

Daniel

and Job …

were in it,

they could save only themselves by their righteousness,

declares the Sovereign Lord.

Folks, last time I checked, those three men, Noah, Daniel and Job, weren’t anywhere near us.