LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
hen the Super Tuesday primary polls opened on the morning of March 3, the race for the
slide, bend the monkey bars, or break the swing set seat. Joe Biden is a zombie from the policy cemetery of the Carter era, with a stump performance like Election Night of the Living Dead. And Bernie Sanders is the decrepit grouch who should be sitting on a park bench in Boca Raton, grouching about his grandchildren voting for Bernie Sanders. Meanwhile, how did the Democratic field of presidential hopefuls – a large and diverse selection of various talents and abilities (or lacks thereof ) – suddenly get winnowed down to the Mummy of the White Mountains and something that Dr. Barackenstein brought back to life in the Hope and Change lab of 2008? How come Elizabeth Warren flopped? New Hampshire’s governor, Chris Sununu, had the best take on Warren... During the February 11 New Hampshire primary, I was on Dan Rea’s NightSide talk show (WBZ Boston 1030 AM and available on a podcast – I heartily recommend it). Dan and I were discussing the incoming vote counts when Gov. Sununu stopped by the studio. Dan invited him to have a seat and grab a microphone. Dan Rea: “Governor, it looks like Elizabeth Warren is getting a real beating in New Hampshire. What did she do wrong?” Gov. Sununu: “She campaigned here.”
Democratic presidential nomination was a display of speed, strength, bravery, and nimble maneuvering that was as exciting, confused, and unpredictable as the running of the bulls at Pamplona. By the time the polls closed, the race was two old guys puttering along the political retirement community’s electoral cart path to see who’ll be first in line for the Early Bird Special at the convention in Milwaukee. In fact, the entire 2020 presidential campaign has turned into a remake of Grumpy Old Men. And when that 1993 movie was released, Jack Lemmon (at 68) and Walter Matthau (at 73) were younger than any of the three front-running presidential candidates will be on Election Day. Being a grumpy old man myself, I guess I should be... whatchamacallit... word’s on the tip of my tongue... Huh? What’s that? Speak up, goldurnit! And where are my dang bifocals?... Oh... I’m wearing them... Anyway, as I was saying... What was I saying? We might as well just go ahead and call 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue “The White Home” – A National Assisted Living Facility. Trump is much too old and far too big for his britches to be hanging around the political playground making up nasty nicknames and teasing the wimpy kids. One of these days, his big fat old ego is going to get stuck in the
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March 2020
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