Pictures fail. Spanish fails. English fails. Perhaps music is the only language sufficiently capable of describing the 2016 campaign.
As non-stop coverage of the papal visit to the east coast consumes most of the TV shows, now is the time to put typical analysis to the side. Today we visit the other realm of human communication. Music, the truly great communicator.
While we have not spent much time this year on the left side of the political world, we soon will once the first debate takes place. For now, there really is not much to talk about that we have not already written about though. The way to destroy Hillary Clinton is to tie her to Obama. Hillary2016 is falling apart, not because of the scandals or emails or somesuch, it’s Obama that hurts Hillary2016. This email business is only important as a measure of how much Obama hates Hillary and what he will do to actively and overtly nuke Hillary. The only drama there is when Hillary will wake up from her slumbers and get rid of the Obama people (hello, Joel Benenson) surrounding her like so many bars on a cage.
Until the purge comes, there is not much more for us to say. While we once suggested musical themes for Hillary2016 of a more upbeat nature we think that now something along the lines of a fire alarm bell is the tonal range Hillary Clinton and Hillary2016 requires to hear.
As to the Hillary2016 competition… no words or pictures, no #BlackLivesMatter attacks, do better than music to capture the charms and prospects of Bernie Sanders.
Joe Biden? Mourning Joe provides his own musical selection for 2016 so we do not have to creatively search for music that captures his essence:
That clip of musical truth really summarizes Mourning Joe Biden and his self-pitying campaign doesn’t it? Will Joe get more than the less than one percent of the vote he got in 2008?
In the same way that the villages idiot video captures the prospects for Mourning Joe, the dear departed Scott Walker should have um, listened, to what the musical soothsayers foretold.
If Walker only would have listened, he would not have run. As it turned out the Walker campaign was only a, um, sleepwalk:
Which led to:
Tough lesson for a boy from landlocked Wisconsin. As Walker went under, crushed by a massive wave, he tried to huff up a campaign against the GOP frontrunner and grassroots revolution. Walker failed to be the leader so now he wants to lead a rear guard action against reality. The plan continues to be to save Jeb Bush with suicide attacks by pawns.
Pawns such as Carly Fiorina.
Pawns such as Carly Fiorina can’t possibly think they have a chance to win. The GOP race is fixed for JeBush. Only one man can stop JeBush from becoming the GOP nominee. So either Carly Fiorina willingly sacrifices herself to help JeBush or Carly Fiorina thinks she really can win. In either case…
Ben Carson? This pawn thinks nice and easy does it every time.
Unfortunately, Ben Carson is no Sinatra. Carson can’t make it anywhere, and certainly not New York, New York. Nice ain’t enough.
Ted Cruz. There’s something off-key about this cat. He’s smart. He’s good with words… but not with the music. Still, his future lies as a lounge act or second banana somewhere. Greased hair, too tight suit, a microphone…
Maybe he just needs a makeover?
Then there is Marco Rubio. Rubio thinks he’s cuter than he is. Rubio thinks he’s smoother than he is. But Rubio’s not cute enough to make voters forget his illegal immigration amnesty tricks.
The Chamber of Commerce can afford what’s on the price tag. Balding dog… for sale… cheap.
There are a bunch of other wannabees waiting for the sails on their ships to fill up and take them to never-never land. They are leaves in a breeze. They’re dust in the wind. Anywhere the wind blows doesn’t matter to them, that’s the position they will take.
Then there is Jeb. Jeb Bush. JeBush. There’s a certain fin de siècle quality to JeBush. JeBush is like a once grand house that has been repainted but the structural damage is evident no matter how many decorators are called in. The mold is everywhere. The termites, like rust, munching day and night without rest. The musty air, trapped in windows that long ago refused to be opened.
JeBush himself, refurbished with a thinning diet, armed with dusty sayings that worked to elect former members of the household to the peerage… JeBush himself has a sort of Fall of the House of Usher decrepitness. We’re tempted to say he’s on the Road to Nowhere, or Road to Ruin, but there is something more Bellatrix Lestrange to JeBush… something oddly Kate Bush….
As for the “Humble” frontrunner – he could sing the Sinatra standard New York, New York with convincing lack of humility. He could also rock your world inside out. But that’s not what “Humble” does. “Humble” leads a movement.
He’s a Rebel Rouser.