Or in the mother's milk in Tenessee? We have another itinerant "conservative democrat" politician/power freak (no, NOT OwlGore) slinking out of Memphis to come "up nawth" and straighten out the citified folk in New Yawk. With a perfect pedigree for a democrat senator (his family business, NJ Ford & Sons, registered the voters as they buried them), "Junior", chairman of the Democratic Leadership Council, has a smile full of "Trust Me!" and a handshake of "Gimme!" with a resume a yard wide and a micron deep. He has mastered the art of the null-semantic-content speech-making. Nobody seems to know anything too much about what he believes or supports other than highly managed sound bites doled out parsimoniously by his flacks. But he gives good photo-op. Sound like anyone presently in politics?
But Junior has emerged from the backwoods to run for senator in New York. Y'know, for the carpetbagger seat formerly held by the dynamo from Arkansas who now leads the group responsible for handing out green cards in an annual lottery? (Don't get me started on Foggy Bottom.) And judging from the NY fishwraps, he stands a good chance of whuppin' Gillibrand (Chucky Schumer's Mini-Me) in the primary. But what Dorothy Parker famously said of Hollywood can well be applied to Junior - "When you get there, there's no there there..."
Tennessee, ya shoulda stopped after Alvin York....
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