Larry Ludlow and co-conspirators did some fine hell-raising on Election night. San Diego has a public hall where candidates gather and election results come in. Here is Larry’s summary of the action:
W e had lots of fun poking holes in democracy. Here are some photos. One of the candidates, a bald, eye-patch wearing ex-Marine running for Congress (Nick Popaditch) was surrounded by a brown-shirt-like entourage that was mesmerized by his gun-fume high. I prostrated myself on the floor and salaamed him until the boy holding the photo of Popaditch in his Marine uniform became too embarrassed to hold it any longer. Seeing his distress, an older man (also a Popaditch worshipper) had to tell the kid not to be embarrassed and to soldier on with his poster duty. I then heard a great shout in the room. It was the entry of politician Juan Vargas. Attracted by the scene, I genuflected in front of him (an ingrained Catholic habit in the presence of diety), and I begged him to let me touch the hem of his garment. His entourage treated like Christ on Palm Sunday. They didn
Thanks, Jim. Yes, that kid holding the Popaditch-hero-Marine poster was so embarrassed, he wanted to go away. An elder brown-shirt, however, tried to shore up his waning courage in the face of laughter. He told the boy to continue his duty. It was like the cosmos at the beginning of time swirling around a giant gas-bag.
Maybe if the Republican candidate had been formally accused of shooting unarmed Iraqis, he might have won.
Jim, I think you’re onto something. In San Diego, the word “Marine” is no longer uttered without “hero” in juxtaposition. It’s like Alice in Wonderland: “prizes for all.” There was, however, a woman there that accosted one of my cohorts because one of our signs read: “War Is Mass Murder” and “War Is Socialism.” She asked if she, too, was a mass murderer. She denied it because, in her words, “I only killed terr-ists.”
And we all know that two-syllable terrorists are the worst of them all.
Jim, getting back to your circa 1931 thought, check out this picture of Popadich’s right eye — on which he has a tattoo of the Marine Corps emblem. Very creepy…
http://bearcreekledger.com/2010/03/18/marine-and-inspirational-speaker-nick-gunny-pop-popaditch-is-running-for-congress-ca-d51/
I have festooned the Bat Cave with black bunting, have the speakers braying Wagner and am bereft at the prospect of not being able to see The World Wrestling Entertainment Senatorial candidate Linda McMahon coalition build with this spit-shined skull preener Popaditch. Politics in this country is going to the humans. Humans, of course, a reliable pejorative.
Dirk, that was a helluva choice voters in your state had for the Senate.
Is there a forecast when Blumenthal will be caught with his next four-star fraud on his life history?
Lawrence, that’s a helluva eyeball. Would make Edgar Allen Poe proud….
What marvelous political theater! What joy! Instead of being engaged in any sort of debate with sociopathic cartoon charcters, good activists should dispense nothing but ridicule to all these imperial cartoon candidates.
The touching of the hem is especially an inspired touch to this political episode.
Oh, and the Mencken sign. Wonderful.
I imagine when jackasses read that, they instinctively agree and point to the jackasses on the other side of their imaginary “aisle”. Assuming that the jackasses that read it are able to comprehend the meaning of it – many are probably just perplexed.
Tom, yes, we had as much fun as Mencken used to have covering these farcical events. Here’s a photo of all of us barely able to contain our laughter.
Here’s the link.
http://sdcitybeat.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/market.jpg
Jasckass…People’s opinion goes like this.