That Makes Me a Baby Genuis
Neil Steinberg writes the following about the RNC convention in
his column today in the
Chicago Sun-Times:
One reason I could never be a Republican is their squeamish view of the world. Everything is dirty, or evil, or forbidden. I tried to watch the start of the convention with an open mind, and wasn't even irked by the lone theme of the first night -- Sept. 11 -- as if the American people are too dumb to absorb two ideas in an evening.
During the montage of recruiting-ad-style tributes to the military, I tried not to be bothered by a guns-and-glory view of war that went out of style after Vietnam.
Then they sang the Air Force Fight Song. I've always loved that song, with its thrilling opening line, "Off we go, into the wild blue yonder/Climbing high into the sun. . . . '' Then they got to the verse, "Down we dive, spouting our flame from under/Off with one helluva roar!"
Only they didn't sing "helluva roar." They sang "terrible roar.'' My guess is, a little bowdlerization for the Right Wing, with its horror of profanity, Harry Potter, gay marriage and all matters Satanic and things hellish, or even helluvaish. It's a philosophy for babies.
With that broad brush, Steinberg demonstrates the "live and dictate condescension" philosophy espoused by...well, not all Democrats because I realize some are not like that. Perhaps we could narrow the focus to Chicago tabloid columnists secretly ashamed of their suburban homes. Or Neil Steinberg, anyway.
He gets paid to write a column knocking the Republican convention. I get to write all I want lauding it, for free, and I can drink all I want on the job. Advantage:
me!
Someone who makes it to the end of his column, let me know if he:
- Kicks Bob Greene while Greene's starting to get up from being down.
- Deploys the rhetorical flourish of so-called to earn his pay as a wordsmith.