I don't believe it's a good idea to pander to the lowest common demoninator. I don't watch professional wrestling or most reality television. I buy new music weekly, but could not name or recognize a tune from the current top 10.
But I'm glad to see Kerry take the gloves off and call a Fudd a Fudd.
In a perfect world, politics would be all about ideas and policy. Before instantaneous communication and media monopolies this made good sense. But recent elections have shown us that if one candidate plays to basal instincts -- the cerebral alternative is road kill.
Gross oversimplication makes everyone from the Middle East diabolically interchangable (Osama? Saddam? Now one of them is taller, right?) and the French their European equivalent.
There are only black hats and white hats. No one would in that world would ever consider grey or saying they look stupid in a cowboy hat.
Fear convinces people to "stay the course" without even considering where it's going.
The fact that Bush's campaign has been the most carefully scripted and stage managed presidential run in American history would be a fascinating public relations case study ... if we didn't share a stake in the outcome.
The 32-pages-of-rules, non-confrontational debate was supposed to be the equivalent of child's bumpers on a bowling alley. The confines should have made it impossible to roll a gutter ball, while forcing some accidental strikes.
But within that very confined setting, Bush started to fall apart.
NASCAR fans had to love it. For nearly the entire 90 minutes you wondered if Bush was going to lose it at the next turn. It seemed that just the smallest unexpected phrase could have sent him to the wall. It's time to come out swinging.
It's Kerry's turn to be the wascally wabbit.


Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs