Thursday, August 10, 2006
Thank you, Great Britain. Hi, Uncle Ned.

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I got a chuckle out of this Paul Mulshine observation in his column Country-club Democrat has neocons jittery:
"The minute I laid eyes on U.S. Senate candidate Ned Lamont at the Orange volunteer firemen's carnival in Connecticut, I recognized the type. Slim. Athletic. Well-dressed but in a casual manner, as if he'd just stepped off the golf course.I also had an Uncle Ned, but his name was Jack. My family didn't grow its own of this type, so my aunt married one. I don't know anything about Uncle Jack's politics, but he would have made a marvelous politician, albeit one who preferred kissing pretty young women to babies. He was a grownup preppy. Vermont skiing in winter along with a trip to Florida; beach cottage at the shore. Boyish, always impeccably dressed, quick with a sharp quip, to which my aunt would usually react with a half-exasperated "Oh Jack." Jack took me to a Rutgers-Princeton football game at Rutgers, we sat in the alumni section - nice seats. I don't know if Jack had attended Rutgers - my aunt worked for Douglass College - & looking at the near-geezers sitting around us I easily imagined when they had worn fur coats & straw boaters & carried flasks of bootleg gin to football games; Jack was a few years too late for those fads. So I see Uncle Jack in Ned Lamont. As liberal as Ned is, he will not betray his class. It's George W. Bush who betrayed it. Because George behaves like new money; a profligate spender (of lives & treasure), anti-intellectual, too familiar toward people he hardly knows, exchanged his Episopalianism for southern holiness-style Methodism. Don't worry about Ned; he knows who he is. It's GWB who's confused about his identity.
"Yes, Ned Lamont was a dead ringer for my uncle Ned, right down to the facial features and the mannerisms."