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Grandpa John, Brother Barack, and Uncle Ralph
Bill Clinton was the father who keeps his pot where you can find it, and gives you a call-girl for your sixteenth birthday. Reagan was such a perfect throw-back to the all-knowing fathers of 1950s TV that half the country still can't believe he was a terrible father and half-witted President. The enormous fatherly presence of Franklin Roosevelt could bounce a whole nation on its knee.
There aren't any "national fathers" running for President in 2008. Instead we get a nasty grandpa, a tricky older brother, and a know-it-all uncle.
Uncle Ralph is the childless (and doesn't want any) uncle who constantly belittles his sister for ruining her seven children. He couldn't make it any clearer that he doesn't really want to be President if he campaigned in a bathrobe.
Grandpa John is the grandpa who pinched you for spilling your milk, and then his best friend Phil tried to bite you (with his false teeth) for whining.
Barack is the older brother who somehow convinces you to trust him again and again. "Open your mouth and close your eyes!" Then he feeds you a spider.
I would have settled for a "national mommy" instead of this family freak-show that makes me want to spend next Christmas in a bar.








Comments (8)
Weren't you already planning to spend next Christmas in a bar?
July 15, 2008 6:02 PM | Reply | Permalink
I wish!
July 15, 2008 7:22 PM | Reply | Permalink
I liked all three of your descriptions, they ring spot on with me.
Some random thoughts inspired--
I dunno about the national mommy thing, though, in that case I think we would have ended up with a combo of Golda Meir, Eleanor Roosevelt, Evita and Margaret Thatcher. Not to mention bringing along a spouse that is not as self-effacing as Dennis Thatcher--just the kind of mom that might make you want to spend Thanksgiving at a bar.
The whole first family thing in this country is sort of bizarro when you really think on it. The politicians play to creating a great role model, and the public pretends to want that, but they really don't, what they want is dysfunction and then gossip and poop about it, and then use that to do pop psychology about the president.
Think about how most of the American public reacted to the whole Monica mess and how European pundits were scratching their heads. (I also think the European pundits would have understood better if they realized that we are missing that royal family thing and someone has to serve the purpose.)
It's like a game both the politicians and the public plays and they know it's a game, it's like a test: Can you play perfect nuclear family? Let's see you try! We want to see you try!
Personally, right now I find the Camelot-ization of the Obama family kind of icky, but I know that will pass if he's elected and meanwhile, it's fully in tradition. And that makes me rethink how radical Hillary was running as spouse in 92, they tried to do the Camelot thing for like 2 seconds and then gave up...as soon as Jennifer Flowers started squawking, it was "I'm not like Tammy Wynette standing by my man....was never going to stay home and give teas and bake cookies...."
July 15, 2008 6:03 PM | Reply | Permalink
I never exactly understood Camelot as a model family, but this time around McCain may be a surprisingly good fit for the elderly Arthur described by Chrétien de Troyes. When he found out about Guinevere's affair with Lancelot, he just took a nap.
July 15, 2008 7:31 PM | Reply | Permalink
LOL! Indeedy, national Mommy would have obliterated any of our rivals for admission into the cheerleading or football team.
July 15, 2008 6:58 PM | Reply | Permalink
I had totally forgotten about that mommy. Good catch!
July 15, 2008 7:21 PM | Reply | Permalink
Tricky? I think not. Obama is more like the cool older brother just a couple of years ahead of you in school... far enough ahead that he's got the rep, and the friends, and the teachers dig him, he's good in sports, the girls want to date him, he can dance, he's just funny enough in class to get a laugh, without being too clowny, he gets good grades, almost effortlessly (at least you don't see him sweating it), he has a cool way of carrying his books that every guy tries to copy, but rarely pulls off, he teases you, makes you mad sometimes, but when he lets you tag along, you're on top of the world and even his friends kind of adopt you, and you're not surprised he's valedictorian and homecoming and prom king.
July 15, 2008 10:43 PM | Reply | Permalink
...and after a while, you learn to love the taste of spiders.
July 16, 2008 1:11 AM | Reply | Permalink
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