Gerald
08-21-11, 01:53 PM
The politicians hoping to win the US Republican Party's nomination for next year's presidential election have begun a marathon gladiatorial contest that exposes them to piercing and relentless scrutiny.
One of my favourite TV cartoons as a child was Wacky Races.
I hugged the sofa as improbable characters in unlikely vehicles careered around a course, smashing and crashing, plotting and conniving in seemingly endless contests of wills and wiles.
Now I feel like I am having flashbacks. This time it is not Dick Dastardly and Penelope Pitstop but Texan Rick, Mitt the flipper, and the Bachmann Overdrive revving and roaring in the race known as the Republican primaries.
Perhaps I am so enthralled because for years I had a professional disdain for those fascinated with this part of the US presidential race.
When I was the BBC's Europe editor and trying hard to sell a profile of the woman who was about to run Europe's biggest economy, I noted a problem with characteristic hyperbole. It seemed, I grumbled, that some editors would rather run a report about the dog that once belonged to the grandma of the bloke who clearly was not going to be the next president of the United States.
I would still champion the importance of Angela Merkel over Red the Connecticut Coonhound, but now that I am in the States I cannot resist the magnetic pull of politics at its most brutal, most basic - democracy as a demolition derby.
We have already had some spectacular smash ups. Donald Trump, who I picture in a precarious racer shaped like skyscraper, topped by a model of his odd hairstyle, with girls in bikinis hanging of the sides, has ground to a halt and given up.
"An experiment in ultra-democracy that somehow has stuck"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/9568353.stm
Note: Page last updated at 11:03 GMT, Saturday, 20 August 2011 12:03 UK
One of my favourite TV cartoons as a child was Wacky Races.
I hugged the sofa as improbable characters in unlikely vehicles careered around a course, smashing and crashing, plotting and conniving in seemingly endless contests of wills and wiles.
Now I feel like I am having flashbacks. This time it is not Dick Dastardly and Penelope Pitstop but Texan Rick, Mitt the flipper, and the Bachmann Overdrive revving and roaring in the race known as the Republican primaries.
Perhaps I am so enthralled because for years I had a professional disdain for those fascinated with this part of the US presidential race.
When I was the BBC's Europe editor and trying hard to sell a profile of the woman who was about to run Europe's biggest economy, I noted a problem with characteristic hyperbole. It seemed, I grumbled, that some editors would rather run a report about the dog that once belonged to the grandma of the bloke who clearly was not going to be the next president of the United States.
I would still champion the importance of Angela Merkel over Red the Connecticut Coonhound, but now that I am in the States I cannot resist the magnetic pull of politics at its most brutal, most basic - democracy as a demolition derby.
We have already had some spectacular smash ups. Donald Trump, who I picture in a precarious racer shaped like skyscraper, topped by a model of his odd hairstyle, with girls in bikinis hanging of the sides, has ground to a halt and given up.
"An experiment in ultra-democracy that somehow has stuck"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/from_our_own_correspondent/9568353.stm
Note: Page last updated at 11:03 GMT, Saturday, 20 August 2011 12:03 UK