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Call this self-therapy.
I’m writing this down to work through a thought problem, but I need to set the stage first.
Here’s the thing – I have been a political animal since I was a kid, and like to think of myself as someone who’s able to make intelligent guesses based on history and intuition.
For example, I’m used to knowing who’s going to win the Presidential election well in advance of the election.
Actually, this is something I’ve known every single Presidential election in my lifetime.
Seriously, a not-brief historical primer for everyone:
n 1976: According to my folks, I spent most of the Bicentennial year saying “Katter, Katter, Katter!”
Still not sure why I liked the name so much, but I was predicting (and, much to my chagrin, cheering) a Jimmy Carter victory.
As everyone can tell, I’ve been trying to live down that idiotic decision by cheerleading/voting for the GOP ever since.
n 1980:
I was a big Ronald Reagan fan for a simple reason – he liked jelly beans.
By contrast, Jimmy Carter liked peanuts.
For a six year old, jelly beans are far more tasty than peanuts.
Plus, even when I was six, I could tell Dutch was an asskicking leader, while Carter was a cardigan-wearing ninny.
And before we decide that everyone knew Reagan was going to clean Carter’s clock due to the craptastic nature of the malaise economy, polls in winter 1979 and early 1980 showed Ted Kennedy beating Carter and blowing Reagan out of the water.
I’m pretty sure this is because everyone was still experiencing a drug-induced hangover from the rest of the 70’s, but the numbers were there.
Even leading into the debates, Dutch was viewed as an underdog, probably because the mainstream media couldn’t fathom the idea of an extremist like Reagan winning the election.
Then
America saw Dutch onstage across from Carter and… well, that was that.
n 1984:
In the summer of 1983, Walter Mondale led Reagan in polls.
Of course, the economy was just climbing out of recession, and once it did, Reagan got to run on the “Morning in
America” theme and cruised to a blowout of Mondale.
I knew better, even in the summer of 1983, that Americans were not going to ditch my man Dutch for Jimmy Carter’s former VP, or anyone else from his party.
This is one more reason I found the Reagan-Obama comparisons offensive – the only way Obama wins 49 states
in next year’s election would be if we split California and New York into 40 or so independent states.
n 1988:
Bush 41 trailed Dukakis by double digits in August 1988.
I didn’t think
America was going to toss aside the VP when the incumbent President had presided over a roaring economic recovery, despite second term scandals that had hurt the President – that would only happen if the VP was a thoroughly dislikeable jackass.
Plus, I was reading about politics enough that I already knew about Willie Horton prior to the ad blitz by Lee Atwater.
This race taught me two enduring lessons: stiff
Massachusetts liberals will not win national elections, no matter how much baby boomer lefties want to relive Camelot,
and VP choices mean squat to deciding an election.
Seriously, picking Lloyd Bentsen was a masterstroke, while Bush’s choice of Quayle, no matter how much I liked Quayle, looked like it was a decision made by someone who just had a stroke.
And this all meant jack three months later.
In fact, it kind of hurt Dukakis, because after his stupid photo-op in the tank and Bentsen’s debate performance, people wanted to flip the Dem ticket.
n 1992:
I knew Bush was in trouble when he went back on his “read my lips” pledge on taxes, even with his sky-high approval ratings in the wake of the Gulf War.
Those ratings were illusory
– a truly popular President that will cruise to victory does not inspire a primary challenge and a third party candidacy.
Hell, even I considered voting for Ross Perot during that spring and summer.
And Bill Clinton ran a great campaign, aided by a compliant media that conveniently pretended that an economy that was emerging from a recession was still stuck in one.
n 1996:
Bubba’s approval ratings were stubbornly high, and even after the GOP revolution of 1994, the party wanted to nominate the epitome of the GOP establishment in Bob Dole for President.
The race was over long before it began.
And I say that as someone who thinks Bob Dole got the short shrift from everyone, including me – we’re talking about a true American hero and a smart and dedicated public servant.
These qualities did not make him the best candidate for the GOP to nominate for President – in a better world, they might, but not the one in which we live.
Oh, and by the way, he made an inspired choice for VP in Jack Kemp, and it meant diddly, again.
n 2000:
I was stunned when Gore won the popular vote.
Stunned.
We’re talking about a guy who couldn’t win his home state, couldn’t figure out that sending Bubba on the campaign trail would be a good idea,
had somehow frittered away the advantage of a decent economy and quasi-incumbent status by being a dislikeable jackass,
and imitated a manic-depressive nutjob in the debates.
This election should not have been close – W. had the Big Mo (to steal a phrase from his dad) all fall, especially following the debates.
I firmly recall being ticked that he took a day off from campaigning to spend time with his family down the stretch, and Gore almost won thanks to massive Dem turnout operations.
In any case, I had W. winning the 2000 GOP nod prior to Dole’s loss in 1996, and grew convinced that Gore was beatable by the winter of 2000 if W. could hold off McCain for the nomination.
Why?
The beer test is a pretty reliable indicator – in nearly every election for the last half-century, the candidate you’d rather have a beer with has won.
Which is one more reason for GOP voters to be apprehensive about Romney.
n 2004:
Beer test, check.
Stiff
Massachusetts liberal on the top line of the ticket, check.
The mere fact that this was close should be embarrassing, except that Bush was stuck in a situation that parallels his father more than people realized --- the economy was trending up (far more than the media or the Dems acknowledged) but recovering from a recession, and Bush’s approval ratings were in decline following high points after 9/11 and the initial portion of the war in Iraq.
Add in a fervent anti-war left still carrying a torch of anger about the “stolen election” of 2000, and this could have turned bad.
Luckily, the Dems nominated a guy who may be the most easily lampooned candidate ever, figuring he was the sane alternative to Howard Dean
and figuring the media would avoid all those nasty little stories from his past and pretend he was your normal war hero.
Kerry didn’t even match the one smart thing Dukakis did, since he picked John Edwards as his running mate.
Watching Edwards debate Dick Cheney was like watching a fluffy little disingenuous bunny try to match wits with a bear.
I kept thinking Cheney was going to bear his fangs and eat Edwards.
n 2008:
Obama’s cult of personality was in full swing.
Ask people who know me – I predicted that if Obama won the nomination, he would be President, despite all the silly crap about
America being too racist to elect a black President.
At a couple points, I thought McCain was gaining ground, but that was more wishful thinking than anything else – Bush’s approval rating was an anchor on McCain, who then proceeded to try to drown himself with a spectacularly craptastic campaign, treating Obama with kid gloves and then acting panicking during the economic crisis that fall.
Most of
America didn’t just want to have a beer with Obama, they wanted to go to a concert with him and get invited to his pickup basketball game the next day.
It didn’t seem to matter that the entire Democratic ticket had approximately the same level of executive experience as I did when running for treasurer of my fraternity in college
– we all wanted to be part of the Barack Obama Experience.
And now we are.
Why does all of the preceding crap matter at all?
Simple.
I don’t know who’s winning next year’s election.
Actually, I think I do – I’m just afraid that my underlying bias is effecting my prognostication abilities.
If you had asked me at any point for the last three years (including prior to Obama’s election), I would have told you to bet the house on Obama.
And now?
Even money, at best.
In fact, ask me after I have a couple beers,
and I’ll tell you my real feeling – Obama’s going to lose.
There, I actually wrote it.
I don’t know if I’m just trying to talk myself into something that I’m hoping for, so we’ll need to break this down.
How?
I'll get to that some other time.
This one’s long enough.
There’s a part of me hoping ABC was running incessant ads previewing “Welcome Back, Kotter!” because a two-year old like me would have found Kaplan’s mustache and Washington’s fro fascinating. Alas, the timeframe doesn’t fit. Damn Interweb for killing that illusion. Labels: 2004 election, 2008 election, 2012 election, Ketchup King, Obama, Reagan