Word: arounders
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Ordinarily a Governor is elected with 51% or 55% or (if he is young and has luminous children and his opponent is a pencil-necked geek) 60% of the vote, and two months after his Inauguration, he starts to brown around the edges and disillusionment sets in, starting with the people who once worshiped the ground he trod on and now see that, alas, he is a dumb cluck like everyone else and has no solutions for problems such as ignorance and cruelty and the aging process...
...subject of campaign financing. He is brave in so many ways, and just when you want to admire him, he shows his great capacity for silliness, and there is nothing more fatal in politics. I'm sorry, but it simply is true. Voters don't elect people to goof around...
This summer, after he told farmers he doesn't like to use the term farm crisis because it is too negative, Ventura, for a million dollars or so, climbed back into the pro-wrestling ring as a referee, to be among men strutting around the ring pointing at their butts and yelling butt-related words for the audience to yell back at them. It wasn't a proud moment for Minnesotans, especially if you made the mistake of watching. Then, in September, Ventura touted Donald Trump as a presidential candidate. Let's be clear about this: anyone who imagines Donald...
Minnesotans are polite people who tend to deal with provocation by sidestepping it, ignoring it, chuckling at it, trying to find a charitable explanation. But the Governor, in plain English, is a Yahoo who has never confessed to a single regret or second thought and who struts around St. Paul, a big small town, with a retinue of bodyguards, emitting a great air of celebrity, scorning the local press while courting the national media. People do their best to grin and go along with it, but eventually you have to tell him to shut the hell...
...coast I fished with a friend, Danny O'Sullivan, who had taken up guiding after a long stint in the SAS, the Australian commandos. With eight-weight fly rods and streamer flies, we went after the small bluefin tuna that boil up in schools less than a mile offshore, around 15 to 30 lbs. apiece. That day they were abundant in the sapphire water; I hooked five, boated three and kept one. Gutted, tailed and beheaded, it went into a cooler in the back of my rented car. The crew and I would eat it that night as sashimi. Whistling...