Spitball Army

It may never have occurred to many of his critics that Ted Kennedy acted as a mirror, showing them not only the best, but also the worst, in themselves.

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1984 was a landslide victory year for Ronald Reagan. His Democratic opponent was former Vice-President Walter Mondale. Reagan’s re-election was practically assured as, under his first term watch, the economy showed definite signs of revival. It seemed that there was little for the Democrats to do than go through the motions, and pretend that their candidate stood a chance.

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The 1980 Presidential election took place in the Fall of my Junior year in college. The campus was flooded with propaganda in the form of buttons, pamphlets, stickers, and, of course, a full schedule of lectures and speakers.

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This morning, friend Mae Robertson e-mailed me a link to a column authored by Mary Chapin Carpenter in The Washington Times. In her column, Chapin writes about the Liberty Mutual TV commercial that features Hem’s “Better Days,” and draws parallels between the subtle messages of the commercial and the ideology of the current political season, specifically Barack Obama’s oratory at the Democratic National Convention.

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So, the election is over, and you’re watching the results. Or you’re eager to put two years of presidential politics behind you, but wonder how much of it is still stuck in your giant brain. How does a quiz sound?

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I thought I’d get to the polling place by 6:00 a.m. and be the first in line, or close to the first. Then, last night, it dawned on me that I would have the privilege of waiting just as long at the #1 position as I would at #56. So I take my time getting to the community school polling place, arriving at around 6:20. Coffee mug in hand, I step into the line. I am indeed #56.

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About a week ago, on the Facebook website, someone posted an event entitled “Election Day.” Members were asked to choose whether they were “attending” or not, much like R.S.V.P.’ing for a dinner party. I selected Yes, and added a note: You would have to kill me to keep me from attending. I haven’t always felt this way.

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I once sat on a board that included among its members one Richard Scrushy. Does this make me a perpetrator of corporate fraud or a millionaire?

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