How To Shake That Post-We-Got-Our-Butts-Beat Blues
So you know how it it is – the day after Christmas you feel a little blue. The excitement is over. The company leaves. You take down the tree. You feel a little blue.
Imagine how you’d feel if you just lost an election that you thought you had bought and paid for. That’s some blues. So you can understand this. It was supposed to be a victory cruise. Seriously. They went anyway.
The cruise, featuring the star columnists of William Buckley’s 57-year-old conservative biweekly, had been planned long in advance, and everybody had believed it would be a victory party. An e-mail from the magazine’s publisher arrived a few days before we embarked: “Do not despair or fret. At least not next week.”
Onboard the Nieuw Amsterdam, no one could follow his advice. “Who sent Obama here to destroy America?” a fiftysomething woman asked me one evening over dinner, as if it were a perfectly reasonable question. And here onboard the cruise ship, it was. If the Nieuw Amsterdam was a kind of ark of American alienation, at least it was an eminently comfortable one. The ship was a country unto itself, eleven stories high, 936 feet fore to aft, with eleven bars, six restaurants, two swimming pools, five hot tubs, a large café, and a library. There was the endless buffet on the Lido deck, slot machines and craps in the casino, an Asian lounge singer who did a mean “Copacabana,” a discothèque and a chamber-music cocktail lounge, cigars and Cognac by the pool, gift shops, and a full-service spa.
You will probably enjoy reading the whole article, where you will learn that we have no morals, we actually allow black people to vote, we are fascists, we are kinda like Goebbels, and we may be on to something with talking to minorities “as grown ups.”
Rasmussen offered some friendly advice about approaching minorities. “You show them that you really care, you talk to them as grown-ups on a range of issues, you get them involved,” he suggested…
These rich Republicans on their Blues Cruise are lacking in introspection and reality, but what the hell – they have a spa and cigars.
Thanks to Rick and Raphael for the heads up.