Noemie Emory writes that Obama’s problem is not race–it’s arugula:
..let us imagine a different candidate, one who looks like Barack Obama, with the same mixed-race, international background, even the same middle name. But this time, he is Colonel Obama, a veteran of the war in Iraq, a kick-ass Marine with a “take no prisoners” attitude, who vows to follow Osama bin Laden to the outskirts of Hell. He comes from the culture of the military (the most color blind and merit-based in the country), and not the rarefied air of Hyde Park. He goes to a church with a mixed-race congregation and a rational preacher. He has never met Bill Ayers, and if he did he would flatten him. He thinks arugula is a town near Bogota and has Toby Keith on his favorites list. Would he strike no chords at all in Jacksonian country? Does anyone think he would lose 90 to 9 in Buchanan County? Or lose West Virginia by 41 points? For those Jacksonians who would be fine with a black man in the White House (not as tiny a group as Newsweek thinks), Colonel Obama is the one we are waiting for. When we will get him is anyone’s guess.
Interestingly, the Republican candidate in my district in Boca Raton, Florida, seems to be “Colonel Obama.” Except his name is Colonel West:
WEST, WHO DISMISSES Obama as “an empty suit,” normally doesn’t raise the race issue himself, preferring instead to emphasize what he calls “American issues” of “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.”
Riding the strength of that message, West says he’s not intimidated by the Democrat’s money advantage. “We don’t need to match Ron Klein dollar for dollar,” he says. “There’s a difference between being a fundraiser and being a leader.”
Reflecting on his own experience of being pushed out of the Army for doing what he felt necessary to protect his troops, West touches on the theme of character that is central to his campaign.
“In life, you’re going to get knocked down,” he says. “The measure of someone’s character is what you do after you’ve been knocked down.”
It should be an interesting race.
[Sunday morning update]
Wow.
In the course of investigating how Rush Limbaugh and I could be in the same congressional district (he’s way up north near Jupiter (the island, not the planet), I think, while we’re down south), I looked at the district boundaries. I’d never really paid that much attention. Now that’s a gerrymander on steroids. Someone ought to challenge it.