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FROM THE PHONE BOOTH: The Smallest Space in  Hollywood

	FINEFROCK

Ike’s “Yikes!”:
Say It Ain’t Huck-Obama
by Steve Finefrock - Hollywood Forum [scriptwriter] 1/8/08

Shades of 1960 – and 1992.  Twice a GOP incumbent prez shoulda known better, but didn’t.  Twice an upstart of minimal competence and preparation, and maximum scheming and conniving, squeaked into the Oval Office.  Now maybe it shall be thrice.
 
First Ike went ‘yikes’ about a half-dozen weeks before the 1960 balloting, realizing just too damned late that the legislative lightweight JFK indeed might be given the reins to his reign by the American people. Wayyyy too late, Eisenhower stepped up to endorse Nixon, after expecting he could be above-the-fray and avoid a public, partisan commitment – his own VP had never been his favorite GOPster, another reason he initially held back his assistance.

Then, Bush-41 made a similar mis-underestimation 32 years later, not believing a moral runt in continual rutting could possibly receive the reins of the most vital nation.  Chris Matthews’ famed “daddy-party/mommy-party” thesis came to bear tasteless fruit: after long exhaustion of dutiful support of the Cold war, Americans were ready to go for the goodies instead of their duties.  Like JFK, Clinton weaseled and waffled and cross-dressed as a supposedly ‘new’ kind of democrat, one who cared about traditional themes normally considered the strong suit of the GOP.
 
And both got thru the bullet-proof French doors by thin margins, JFK by the smallest majority in history, Clinton with a mere plurality in a three-way race which drew more votes from Bush-41 than from Clinton. Bush ‘got it’ too, too late – those great numbers from the Gulf War made him think he’d be 75 percent-plus thru the election.


Now it’s time to somehow wake up our voters, as we see last night in Iowa that their voters are very much awake – on steroids, double-caffeine lattes and adrenaline, all are driving mobs to the Obama caucus.  Huckabee survived some stunning stumbles the week prior to the cold gatherings – though the weather was cooperatively lovely for the time of year. The results were not so lovely.  Very much chilly.
 
Obama is less experienced that the stumbling-bumbling JFK – one of the poorest presidencies in history, lowest ratings since Truman the day he was shot – who was in his second senate term well before nominated to command our Cold War machinery.  And a light-as-a-feather legislative record – not a single piece of significant law came from JFK’s faint efforts, the Senate a mere platform for becoming president, without a single day’s work as any kind of “executive” practitioner. Just like the Nigerian from Kansas. But, oh Obama do Talk Really Good.
 
Ditto for Huckabee’s smooth utterings – some executive work of course, putting him ahead of JFK and Obama [damning with faint praise by far], but hardly wizened and wrinkled by any heavy responsibility.  Arkansas ain’t NYC [Rudy Land], or California [think Reagan], and the last guv from Hope didn’t wear too well, even as an incumbent still getting less than a majority for re-election.  Inexperience, plus good talking was a dead-end for the JFK presidency, and for Clinton as well, and either Huck or the Big “O” will lead us down another “Yikes” reaction by key elders who care, supposedly, for this nation and its vital role for the next several generations.
 
Like Ike, we have too many casual leaders who just don’t “get it” – that we are entering a third-time’s-not-the-charm circumstance being set up, with a clown preacher and a slick hustler with less of substance than even JFK’s slender three years helming America.  Remember the Bay of Pigs? Cuban Missile Crisis? Oh, yeah, that little surprise, the Berlin Wall?  But, oh, JFK did talk good, looked good, made good culture initiatives in Washington, brought opera to the District and misery on those Cuban beaches, and abject fear to Americans in range of medium-range missiles installed under his ‘new’ leadership of lightweights.
 
Like Bush-41, we’re whistling and waiting for the voters to act, and finding their first act is scarier than “Halloween” – sending a ‘message’ that slick talking, so long as not too slick in the hair style and dental work, can take the place of smart walking.  We’re buying the talk from those who’ve nary done the walk.  We just can’t imagine the voters will do it a third time – give the reins to The Important Nation into the digits of a future ‘executive’ who couldn’t run a fast-food franchise, much less the Best Hope of the world.
 
Not the man from Hope – who really was from Hope, unlike Clinton’s life which was mostly immersed in Hot Springs gambling society – nor the man from Kansas/Nigeria.  The hope for some of us who may be feeling hopeless?  That the MSM and the blogs might turn a bit nastier, though overdue, as they abruptly did on Hillary – that one I never expected, so maybe there’s hope for the hopeless.
 
Huck may get chucked – after all, there’s an “R” after his name.  But the Big O?  This “Story of O” may become very pornographic, in political terms – lots of goings on, hidden from view, which would eventually come out once he’s inaugurated.  It did for JFK, though only after three decades before the body-frisk of his presidency commenced.  The delay for this “O” would maybe be a few months after entering the Oval, the honeymoon due to his skin color.  It’s the reason the “be nice to the girl” protective shield for Hillary finally punctured – they had to turn on her, be mean to her so to help the “O” go platinum.


Say it ain’t gonna be so – not a third time.  Too much slickness, too little gravitas – ah, there’s the word they used so well on Dubya, coordinated cleverly by pundits on the left, in 2000. And since.  For O, it’s zero gravitas; for Huck it’s barely a buck of stuff that makes an Oval Executive.  There’s one chance, a good one – they will both fizzle, once their gravitas is found to be so light, so slight, so fluffy.  
 
Go tell the historians, though – few among us even now know how poor JFK’s actual record was, and Clinton is still adored by the left, though not unconditionally.  So why not a third hustler for the Oval?  Our salvation may be The Bitch: we may not need to worry about “how do we beat the bitch” but instead watch her unleash the Clinton clobbering machine. If she goes nuclear on the O, it will be her greatest patriotic act.  She will do more for the health of our nation’s body politic than her schemes for health care ever could imagine.
 
That will be entertainment, and irony – Hill takes down the O-man.  That’s a “Story of O” ending that might bring smiles even to the traditionalist voters.  We know we can whack Hillary now, the precedent finally being set, since the MSM has already bloodied her once sacred Kevlar.  A black candidate will, for some time yet, remain invulnerable to MSM scrutiny.  So, let’s hope the affirmative action candidate in pants suits will save our nation from the zero who’s still riding astride his variation of political candidate’s affirmative action.
 
It’s one possible scenario to prevent another “Yikes” like Ike uttered and Bush-41 sputtered, well after it was too late. The next question after she whacks O is, Do we want her, or Edwards, or any of ‘em?  First things first – we turn our party away from Huck, and hope Hill does her pants-job on the big Zero. ExileStreet

copyright 2008 Steve Finefrock

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