By John Burtis
Monday, November 20, 2006
Yes, it was high time for John Kerry to make a little fresh noise.
Left in the shadows a few days ago, unceremoniously abandoned by the new Democratic senatorial leadership, stung by the spiteful words openly hurled at him by Chuck Schumer, left to wander the deserted corridors of power which once beckoned and had later seduced him, John Kerry had returned to his expansive Georgetown digs to recharge.
and after the many calls he'd grudgingly taken from Teresa who told him in no uncertain terms to act like a man, pull himself together, suck it up, and drive on, John Forbes Kerry was ready to reach out.
Yes, it was time to climb back into the bruising political ring.
But that once simple task was no longer quite as painless it used to be.
Mr. Kerry's shoes seemed heavier these days, with the thicker soles, heels, and the inserts for the added height, and his arches were suffering from the years of routine labors found among the upper crust.
John's custom tailored suits, though they still fit well, required a considerably more padding in the shoulders to insure that smooth muscular look remained intact despite his long slow physical decline, which was a result of his age, his failure to exercise every day as he should, and his growing bone deep fatigue, which was coupled with the rise of his debilitating sense of ennui.
Then there's the elastic waistband, which he often wears underneath his dress shirts, which serves to reduce the strain on his back, provides him with that trim look around his sixty-ish waist, reduces the wrinkles on his shirt front, allowing his ties to lay flat. But it adds to his heat bloom and his perspiration, even though he switched to light weight tropical wool worsted suits long ago.
No, it's takes an increasing amount of raw fortitude for the beribboned naval veteran to put the gibes, the cares, woes, the distaff concerns and interruptions, the cold shoulders offered him by his former party stable mates, and the slings and arrows fired at him by the phony heroes at the Swift Boats, the cruel slanders scribbled on the far-right blogs, the heckling issuing from the psychos on the right-wing talk radio, behind him on a daily basis. Especially when all of these base personal attacks are endured in company with the growing failure of a less productive progressive press, which still fails get his full Cambodia story broadcast for the rank and file Democratic Party members.
Senator Kerry has always known that his strength, that his future hopes for the presidency, that his base, lies with the lowliest party members.
It was for the rank and file, for those college kids in Pasadena, for the valuable new Democratic power base, the Hispanics, that he made his now famous joke, which some, radical Republicans for the most part, felt was meant to denigrate the troops he had so much respect for.
It was the common dog faces whom he'd fought as a Winter Soldier, where he'd tried to explain that it was the big boys and not the soldiers who should've been hanged for the invented war crimes he'd made up with the help of those guys who were not really veterans nor even there.
and his latest joke said the same thing, if anybody had bothered to read the transcript he'd posted, or talked about, or mentioned to somebody. Just because he'd fouled it up, Bush drew a walk, he took the gas, and was told to lay low until the smoke evaporated.
Well, Kerry sighed, now that Nancy Pelosi is in a bit of trouble, and since no matter what she does it'll diminish Hillary's future prospects, it's time to make some real noise again. Especially now that Dick Morris predicts that the upcoming race will be between al Gore and Hillary Clinton, with al's weather theory in trouble everywhere he goes and Congressional women looking shabby thanks to Nancy's pushing alcee and Honest John ahead. This has got to be the time to really wind it up, get back on track, start flapping the old gums, and really cut a swathe.
Suddenly, Sunday, on Fox News, John Kerry was out of the gate again, and when questioned about whether the joke's impact might have a deleterious effect on a White House run, he shot back, “Not in the least. I'm looking at it in the same way…My team is confident and strong.”
But, the old veteran campaigner cautioned with a tinge of waffle and a dab of Vermont Maid, “My decision could be somewhere around the turn of the year, beginning of the year.”
america will hold her collective breath, waiting for Creedence Clearwater's fortunate son, albeit a slightly more tired, perhaps more wary, but still one offering a feisty voice, to step into that dangerous breach once more.
and John Kerry, cast aside so brutally by his party's pilotage last week, hoping anew that the party's two most powerful women fall on each other like black widows, leaving the barnyard gate open for another grand entrance in their death throes, and that the gathering strength of his highborn voice will not be lost in the cacophony of tomorrow's media Babel.
Last night, as his valet packed his vitamins, his imported hair spray, and his moisturizers, colognes, exfoliants, facial peels and scrubs for yet another grueling trip, he wondered when the presidency would finally be his so the din would finally cease, and the soothing white noise would finally flood his failing ears.
above all, John Kerry fears the encroaching signs of deafness. Imagine his patrician features marred by hearing aids.
Pursuant to Title 17 U.S.C. 107, other copyrighted work is provided for educational purposes, research, critical comment, or debate without profit or payment. If you wish to use copyrighted material from this site for your own purposes beyond the 'fair use' exception, you must obtain permission from the copyright owner. Views are those of authors and not necessarily those of Canada Free Press. Content is Copyright 1997-2024 the individual authors. Site Copyright 1997-2024 Canada Free Press.Com Privacy Statement