Showing posts with label John Edwards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Edwards. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Crash and burn time for John Edwards... Not enough stickers on his chart...

I never took Edwards too seriously. His turn as a mad-dog populist was doomed to failure, his arguments were too simplistic and his "two Americas" rhetoric ran right into buzz-saws manned by both the "agents of change" (How can you sell "two Americas" when you're running against Obama's unification/reconciliation politics? How do you hope to make it work when Hillary has a knack for greasing all cogs, big and small?) and the "deniers of inequality" (Mitt Romney sees "one United States of America" and that sounds good).

I recently argued:

"Meanwhile, Edwards could give a shit. He's got the auto-pilot on. He's full-bore Angry Lefty Populist until he finally loses. He's dialed into some weird course that either leads to a massive crash and burn or a win. (Odds favor crash and burn 2,500:1)."

The massive crash and burn is scheduled to take place in a few hours. Edwards is calling it quits.

As a masochistic fan of political theater, I'll miss him. He was the wild card. He was the guy who might just pick up enough delegates to broker the convention. He could lash out at Obama or Hillary in a debate without warning.

He also helped "keep it real". I think his angry populist perspective often bordered on being sophomoric, but I do have to give him credit for keeping issues of poverty on the Democratic radar. Edwards was there to occasionally remind us that capitalism does have its occasional lapses in decency.

His departure also leaves my young child without a candidate. We watched the last Democratic debate in the living room of the John Brown estate. The little one colored pictures, oblivious to the jibber jabber at first.

Eventually, she started asking questions about the decidedly non-animated programming. I did my best to describe the Presidency on an almost-four year-old level. She seemed interested and asked if the President could tell everyone when it was time for bed. She asked which candidate was "gonna get the most stickers" on his or her "chart".

I told her I liked Barack and pointed him out. She learned that mommy was still leaning toward Hillary. She asked about the "other one". I told her the other one was John. "I like John", she said. I think it's because he was smiling so damn much. Plus, the kid likes to be different. Name recognition wasn't a factor. I'm only John Brown here.

As of today, my child no longer has a horse in the race. What a cruel introduction to politics.

See you later, John. Nice try and good luck.

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

David Roy Pescatore endorses John Edwards, responds to newfound notoriety...

I have been advised that...

David Roy Pescatore didn't expect the attention, he just wanted to voice his opinion. A "spontaneous" decision by the middle-aged model-turned-salesman put him back in the limelight, nearly fifteen years after after his last brush with significant public attention.

If you don't know about Pescatore, you're not alone. He's not a movie star and he's never written a best-seller. Once upon a time, he was a relatively popular model in the hair cut field. You've probably seen his picture in a magazine without knowing it. You've undoubtedly seen other models who were inspired by his nearly-androgynous look.

Pescatore snagged a few headlines in 1992 when he lambasted Madonna's Sex book in a letter to the editors of USA Today. His criticism of a society riddled with gender bias struck a chord and he enjoyed an additional fifteen minutes of fame in the wake of the book's release.

Retreating into anonymity, David Roy Pescatore was a amused by rumors circulating about his demise. "I've heard I died of rabies in Canada. I've been told I got electroshock treatments at CAMH. If you believe everything you read, I've peddled fake legs even married an expatriated Mongol. It's crazy stuff."

Pescatore was willing to let the rumors pass without bothering to set the record straight. He was enjoying life and a new career in pharmaceutical sales under a new name (he legally changed it six years ago). He'd left the past behind him and was, as he puts it, "finally comfortable in my own skin". He purchased a home in the Philadelphia suburb of Moorestown, NJ. Things were quiet.

Last week, on what Pescatore calls a "late night burger run", he turned on the radio in his Buick Lacrosse. WPHT's Dom Giordano was talking politics and Pescatore, who'd never called a talk show before, decided to chime in with his opinions regarding the upcoming Presidential election.

His lengthy on-air conversation with Giardano was primarily an endorsement of John Edwards, who Pescatore feels is "the only guy out there who's really willing to put up a fight" against "the elites who do their best to maintain a permanent underclass". During the course of the discussion, however, he left enough clues to spark interest.

He went by the caller handle of "David Roy", mentioned a career in the modeling industry, alluded to time spent north of the border, and revealed that he was from Moorestown. A handful of listeners assembled the puzzle. David Roy was the once-outspoken David Roy Pescatore.

He wasn't dead, he wasn't selling prosthetic limbs, and he wasn't that interested in being a celebrity again. With the exception of a few brief interviews granted within days of his Giordano "appearance", Pescatore changed his phone number. He's not answering his door for the media. Meanwhile, netizens debate his life and the meaning of his actions.

Andy Warhol (who Pescatore met after being escorted to functions at the famous "Factory" when trying to crack the modeling scene as a high-schooler) predicted a fifteen-minute period of fame for just about everyone. Pescatore, in one of his short interviews, said, "I had fifteen minutes in the modeling business. The Madonna thing got me another burst of attention. I don't need a third round of this nonsense".

David Ray Pescatore... A mystery again.

Note: I can't vouch for the accuracy of this. It was emailed to me from what is basically an anonymous source after noting my frustration re: quality information about D.R. Pescatore. You make the call.

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