The Iowa caucuses are to the Presidential race what the
Golden Globes are to the Oscar Awards—contrived frippery. In tandem, they are
the tails of the horses’ asses they aspire to emulate. For all the fuss and
ballyhoo both create, they are pie-in-the-sky burlesques with no significance
other than the misplaced importance naively or tipsily attributed to them. Not
even Shakespeare, with all his uncanny insight, could have foreseen the much-ado-about-mostly-mainstream-nothing
histrionics of American political theater, but he certainly anticipated this
year’s dime a dozen clump of crass, craven GOP presidential candidates when he
likened life to “a poor player… full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”
(Forget, for the moment, that he called him an idiot.) Or the measure for
measure my-experience-is-bigger-than-yours two-horse trotter race on the
Democratic side.
Why does all this matter now? For those who take politics as seriously as they take show business, it matters bigtime.* It’s politics and show biz, song and dance, drama and more drama. It’s “Trumpo,” a spectacular cast of one, vying for glory with “Mad Max: Fury Road” featuring the tireless/tiresome Cruz the Choleric. It’s “The Revenant,” introducing the hovering specter of George W. It’s “The Hateful Eight”… or ten… or dozen. If it adds up at all, it’s the cynically calculated math of press agents and political consultants, of flaks and spinmeisters.
Springing from the star-besotted minds of the Hollywood
Foreign Press Association, The Golden Globes could only have been created in
Hollywood. Where else could a mere 80-plus men and women from
around the world, many of whom are purportedly neither foreign nor press,
influence America’s number one awards show—likely, one with a vastly larger
international viewing audience than our presidential elections—the Academy
Awards? Where else could 80-plus would-be foreign journalists take the lead in
swaying 5,765
active voting members of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences,
qualified professionals all, to think as they do and vote as they have?
Where else? In Iowa, where 12 would-be candidates have
spent incalculable amounts of time, effort and money to influence all of 5.4
eligible Iowa voters to write one of their names on a slip of paper—with
grand dreams of ultimately impressing on 50.1% of the 125 to 130
million Americans who may go to the polls (weather permitting) that he or
she is the heaven-sent one to lead the country from the chasm they see
themselves in to a far better chasm than they have ever known. Where an Iowa
voter has to belong to a party only for as long as it takes to vote, and can
switch parties or switch back to "undeclared" immediately after. Or a
Globes voter doesn’t have to speak English to love a performance. Imagine!
Almost rubbing elbows with George Clooney on the Red Carpet and writing home to
Liechtenstein that you voted for anyone else. Standing in line for the Ladies’
Room three bodies behind Cate Blanchett and letting the folks in Lower Silesia
know “she has to go, too!”
Emerging from the smoke and mirrors unreality in both lands
of Oz is the spectacle of a quinella of Republicans nobody seems to want and a
duo of Democrats few seem able to differentiate or choose between, en route to
being anointed to lead his or her party up or down the Yellow Brick Road to the
Emerald City, more smoke and mirrors. In both lands of Oz, Caucusville and
Stardust Fields, it’s as if a stickball game observed by three neighborhood
kids determines who goes to the World Series. As Shakespeare might have said:
My kingdom for a pair of ruby slippers!
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*It is noteworthy that “big time,” originally a term to describe the ultimate “White House” for vaudeville acts, was introduced as a synonym for “important” or “major” on radio, July 7, 1950, by the preeminent newscaster Lowell Thomas, in reference to the Korean War.
*It is noteworthy that “big time,” originally a term to describe the ultimate “White House” for vaudeville acts, was introduced as a synonym for “important” or “major” on radio, July 7, 1950, by the preeminent newscaster Lowell Thomas, in reference to the Korean War.