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June
14, 2008
Jim Webb for
VP
Unasked-for
Advice from Fred to Obama
by Fred Reed
Barack, listen up. This election thing is
important. If you don't win this fall, the US will
be in the hands of a borderline-senile headcase who
thinks we need more wars. The country can't afford
another eight years under an escapee from a psych
ward. Which is why you ought to think about Jim
Webb as veep.
No, you didn't ask my advice (doubtless an
oversight) and he didn't authorize me to nominate
him. I don't know whether he wants the job.
However, I am a citizen, and believe I have the
right to inflict the vice-presidency on anyone.
Now, why Webb? Think about it. You're a black
guy running for president. Obviously race wasn't a
show-stopper. But there are a lot of people who are
a little shaky about the idea -- many not so much
because of race per se as because they think you
would go for all sorts of far-left social policies.
In their minds, black equals Hillary but more so.
(A few think you are a Moslem terrorist. I hope
not, as then we would have two terrorists running.
What kind of choice would that be?)
McCain has a lot going for him, as for example
the war hero thing. That's pretty heavy stuff in a
lot of the country. He also has the like-me thing.
America has an awful lot of white heartland types
and veterans and families of veterans who look at
McCain and see Someone Like Them. He's the same
color, he talks like them, and he can mine the
patriotism lode. (I know, because I'm from the
small-town South. Patriotism is huge, even when it
makes sense.)
If you hang out with people in the Veterans of
Foreign wars or American Legion or Disabled
American Veterans (I'm a member of all three) you
find that they are not nearly as robotically
Republican and warlike as they are often painted.
They are often intelligent and think about things.
But they want a candidate who is Like Them. They
can spot a slick phony and if you run with one you
aren't doing yourself a favor.
Now if these folk look at the Democrats and see
a highly sophisticated black guy from Harvard
(everything they aren't) running with some tedious
generic pol with good party credentials but not
much else, the Space-Alien effect will occur.
People from Harvard look like extraterrestrials to
them. They'll figure they have nothing in common
with the Democrats, and that leaves God Help Us as
president. You can't do that to the country,
Barack. It isn't right. Where's your sense of
responsibility?
Now, Jim Webb. He is Like Them (and like me). He
is very heartland, Scots-Irish, and did not grow up
drinking designer water. He saw a lot of heavy
combat as a Marine in Viet Nam. People know it
because they have read his book, Fields of
Fire, which he actually wrote.
He would be a splendid counterweight to McCain.
On his war record, McCain is not a phony like Bush,
Kerry, and Hillary the Sniper Dodger, but neither
is Webb. I doubt that there exists a VFW post that
would not be delighted to have him speak. If
Hillary or Kerry came within telephone distance,
they would probably put up concertina wire. Rich
brats don't play well in Legion halls.
Now, the Democrats are traditionally terrified
of seeming Soft on Defense, and sometimes think
they need to do something stupid but ferocious, so
as not be come up a quart low on their virility
dipstick. Webb, to put it mildly, in not vulnerable
on this issue. He would provide an excuse for adult
behavior.
In short, Barack, Jim Webb would give you what
you ain't got. Added to what you do got, which is a
lot, I figure you could beat God Help Us. But
please, don't choose some slick party hack or
retired, stunningly handsome buzz-cut general in
arrested development.
But there's more. There's the character issue. I
know Jim slightly, from days when I was on the
military beat and he was Secretary of the Navy. In
person he is not recognizable as a politician,
which in any event for most of his life he wasn't.
No swagger, no show, no slime, not full of himself.
If you talk, he listens. He isn't always looking
over your shoulder for a better name-tag. As best I
can tell, he is incorruptible. This is a novel
approach in politics, but I think the country can
stand it. It's worth the risk.
What I figure, Barack, is that a running mate
who actually had character, as distinct from three
pollsters, a speechwriter, and a police record,
might have encouraging electoral effects. A friend
of mine, a sometimes prickly Jewish feminist, would
like to see Webb -- explicitly not Hillary -- as
veep. Judy is not the sort who reflexively votes
for former Marines who do not want women in combat.
Why? She respects him, she says. What a
concept.
Going for character might be worth a shot, what
you think?. When Hillary goes into a bar a waves a
beer mug, you know you are looking at twenty
million dollars in disguise. She wouldn't touch the
doorknob with rubber gloves if she weren't
campaigning. Jim Webb could go into any blue-collar
joint in the country, Barney's Rib Pit in Memphis
or Slotky's bar in Chicago and belong there. Higly
intelliegent,but far from Ivory Tower.
I also think you might find his military advice
very highly useful. Unlike the twerps and milkmaids
at National Review and Commentary -- who
will be all over you -- he has seen war up close
and ugly, before it clots. No illusions. I'd call
him a fighter who isn't looking for a fight, and
has nothing to prove. He would not, I think, be
willing to get GIs killed without a very damned
good reason; this cannot be said of Congress or the
Pentagon. His is an attitude that could save a
president a lot of trouble.
If he doesn't accept, you should chain him to a
backhoe and drag him to the White House. You can't
do better than Jim and, otherwise, you are likely
to do a whole lot worse.
That's my pitch. You can send me a check at your
convenience.
Reed
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Copyright 2008 by Fred Reed and reproduced here by
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Fred Reed is a Marine combat veteran, police
reporter, amateur biochemist, former long-haul
hitchhiker, and part-time sociopath living in
Mexico. Fred, a keyboard mercenary with a
disorganized past, has worked on staff for Army
Times, The Washingtonian, Soldier of Fortune,
Federal Computer Week, and The Washington
Times. He has been published in Playboy,
Soldier of Fortune, The Wall Street Journal, The
Washington Post, Harper's, National Review, Signal,
Air&Space, and suchlike. He has worked as a
police writer, technology editor, military
specialist, and authority on mercenary soldiers. He
is by all accounts as looney as a tune.
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The essays in A Brass Pole in
Bangkok, are sometimes wildly funny,
sometimes deadly serious, always merciless
in their unmasking of the pretenses and
charlatans of society. Fred, a former
Marine, subscribes to no ideology ("an
ideology is just a systematic way of
misunderstanding the world") but
exuberantly wreaks havoc on practically
everything, and delights in everything
else: the psychotherapy swindle, squalling
feminists, race racketeers, damn fool
wars, red-light districts in Asia, and
tequila fests in Mexico, where he
lives.
A
Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire To
Be, by Fred Reed
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