...I always look like this.
is me with Elizabeth Warren at her rally in my hometown today (Someone
else took the picture. I have to remind myself next time not to ask someone who
has epilepsy or Parkinson's.). I'm not exaggerating when I say there
must've been about 300 of us packed into the little Harvest Cafe in
Washington Street. I also shot a 16+ minute-long video but my internet
connection sucks so badly it probably won't load on Youtube until
Warren's up for re-election.
Originally, I wanted to use that video as a lead for an article I'm planning that rebuts Charles Pierce's astoundingly numb-skulled post
that he put up on Halloween. I won't get into the particulars of what I'll say but I will
point out that the fear he claims is nonexistent among Obama voters is
also responsible for putting Warren on the campaign trail.
speech was pure political boilerplate, laden with repetitions. But in
her mouth, campaign trail boilerplate still sounds like poetry in Dylan
Thomas's mouth. There's a difference between striking a populist pose
with the requisite populist rhetoric and actually meaning what you say.
Warren had to be practically dragged out by her personal security
because she didn't want to leave until she shook every hand, gave every
autograph and posed for every picture asked for. I had to literally bite
my tongue to keep from asking her afterwards, "Where the fuck were you
two years ago?"
Oh, yeah. Getting thrown under the bus
by Obama when the GOP Senate had a problem with her heading up the
financial consumer protection bureau that she'd started. But I'll get
into all that in greater depth tomorrow. For now, let me close by saying
that the lady is as warm and sincere as she comes across as on TV.
Until then, muchachos, vaya con Warren.