Astonished, The Monocle raises its spectacles to take a closer look at the world of American Campaign Politics.
Sunday, 2 September 2007
Oh, Larry!
You have to feel for Larry Craig, the Republican Senator for Idaho. There you are, in June, minding your own business, using a regular old bathroom stall/public park/badger reserve to solicit same-sex sexual encounters with strangers, and whaddya know! That blue-eyed charmer you're do-si-do-ing with whips out his police credentials! And, unfortunately, that is not a euphemism. This June, Senator Craig was arrested in Minneapolis-St.Paul International Airport for allegedly engaging in alleged conduct not entirely fit for a U.S. Senator.
According to an admirably detailed arrest report, Craig peered at the plainclothes cop through the crack in the bathroom stalls, moved his foot to a particular position...uh, let me see...swiped his hand UNDER the partition in a particular way three times...knocked on the sink to the tune of 'Jolene'...double axel...alleged chachacha...When taken into custody, the good representative of Idaho allegedly informed the cop that he was a U.S. Senator, asking "What do you think about that?" CherchING, I should think. Craig has since insisted that the position of his feet was merely due to his particularly 'Wide Stance.' Insert your joke there.
So what does Ol' Wide Stance have to do with our date with 2008? WELL. It seems that ju-u-ust prior to the whole mixup, Craig was out stumping for Mitt Romney on the subject of Family Values. Hard. On video. Now, here at the Monocle we believe in double standards for everyone, but we can't just lie back and take the outing of a gay Senator if he has previously voted to amend the constitution to ban gay marriage, as Craig has done. That's a bit hard to swallow. Craig resigned yesterday. Mind you, chasing intern skirt around the desk in the Oval Office: fine if you're rich, mildly impeachable of you're from Arkansas, but all in all, okey dokey. Gay? Get out of my office. That's right, OUT.
As you can imagine, there's an awful lot on the internets about this, but we'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to the people of RED STATE UPDATE, one of our very favourite li'l pundit outfits. Here's what they have to say about it all:
Welcome to The Monocle. We hold these truths to be self-evident: The race for the race for the Whitehouse has begun, and over the next year fine political minds will chant in unison. They will wander, lost and shivering, through their own sentences, they will sleep 1 hour in 400, and, in some cases, hunt duck on live television. By this process the American people will, in November 2008, be given the opportunity to choose the leader of the free world. Join us, as we pick the best bits out for you.
Honk For Kerry
The Monocle once campaigned for John Kerry. It stood at an intersection in the centre of Philadelphia holding a sign that read HONK FOR KERRY! There were 5 other people on the roundabout doing the same thing. The Monocle jumped up and down and waved the sign in the air. Some people honked. It was pretty cold out there.
The lady in the shed called it 'consciousness raising' and handed over signs. People stupid enough to run skidded dangerously on a rolling sea of Sharpies and Pentels. The Monocle was sent to a specific roundabout - a special, designated junction, mind - with a couple who had driven all the way from North Carolina. The couple were wearing matching lavender fleeces. They were accompanied by an older lady dressed in newspaper. Everybody drank Dunkin' Donuts coffee and rubbed their hands together. The Monocle felt quite sick with excitement.
Some people honked so much that they drove round the block to do it again. Some slowed down to shout encouragement. Some slowed down to throw trash. A yellow truck slowed down so that a man could lean out the of the window and shout "No thankyou! No thankyou! He wants to have lunch with Saddam Hussein!" before he was out of earshot.
A lady wandered up and touched The Monocle on the elbow. She said "What do you care, no offense, but what do you care, being from Australia?" The Monocle patiently explained that no, though it may sound as though The Monocle was Australian, it was in fact from England. The lady said "Well, what do I care?"
That was in the high hours, the heady minutes before the election, when the Monocle was pretty sure it knew what was going to happen. Anyway, whatever, it didn't. The Monocle woke up the morning after the long night and went out, prepared for riots. People in the cafe next door were reading the newspaper. 'Did Kerry lose?' asked the Monocle. 'Pretty much' said the cafe owner. The Monocle looked around. A couple of people turned a page. Someone stirred their coffee, someone else sneezed quietly.
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