Word: bmw
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...Great Polarizer to describe all this accurately. Dole's campaign, said Pat Buchanan in the South Carolina debate, is "vapid" and "hollow"--as the candidate demonstrated when he blew a particularly ripe opportunity last week. With Buchanan pushing his nativist protectionism elsewhere in the state, Dole toured the bustling BMW plant near Spartanburg, a symbol of South Carolina's embrace of the global economy. "It was a perfect chance to hit a home run for free trade and the interconnected world economy," says Governor David Beasley, an energetic Dole supporter. So what did Dole do? Nothing. He stood by quietly...
This isn't simply a campaign problem. Successful Presidents govern through persuasion. The educating skills one needs to win the job are required to conduct it forcefully, which is why the BMW nonevent is so disturbing. Yet it confirms Dole's disdain for the bully pulpit. When he ran in 1988, Dole said, "The press always wants me to have a vision. If I had one, you'd say it was no good. So I've thought about the 'Vision of the Month Club.' I'd have one for spring and one for the fall just for the media...
...malign my integrity here," Dole snapped after one particularly testy exchange with Forbes. For his part, Buchanan was hit hard by the other three on his protectionist trade stance. But despite accusations that the tariffs that Buchanan supports would destroy a South Carolina revived by foreign investors like BMW, Buchanan held his ground. Dole in the end tried to move the focus away from his competition and toward a common foe: "This is about defeating Bill Clinton in 1996 and there is one candidate who can beat Bill Clinton in 1996 and that is Bob Dole...
This hunger is quite evident in a personality whose idea of recreation is getting behind the wheel of his BMW and outmaneuvering New York City taxi drivers. "Driving here is wonderful," he avers, "especially if you want to go fast. There's nothing greater than starting at 125th and Second Avenue and going down to 30th. You can hit the lights, and you have six lanes to maneuver in. I can't figure out why anyone would want to sit in the back...
...looking backward, it is not clear why. Maybe the baby boomers, grown thick in the waist, were bored with being sensible. Without any question--the brief dawn a few years ago of the tiny, puppyish Miata sports convertible aside--cars had grown tedious and indistinguishable. A Lexus or a BMW or a Mercedes said, "I've got mine, and I'm rich." A Volkswagen Golf or Ford Escort said nothing whatsoever. Did we need talking cars? Apparently: a Jeep with a mountain bike or kayak rack bolted to the roof said, "I'm doing the Ironman next month." You have...