An awful lot in the life of a nation depends upon Fate. At any given time, Destiny may or may not have delivered to either or even both parties struggling for political power the kind of leader who can be elected.
When one party or the other is reduced to candidates wholly lacking that certain special quality, that combination of good looks, speaking ability, personal stature, and charm we expect in a president, that unlucky party and its supporters are staring electoral doom in the face.
in 1980, the priggish scold Jimmy Carter wound up facing a veritable demigod in the person of Ronald Reagan. I was shopping in a used record store on 7th Street in NYC, and overheard a couple of old Jewish radicals building themselves up to pull the GOP lever for the first time in their lives. “Reagan was head of a labor union.” observed the first reassuringly. “And, you’re right! You know, I’ve heard he was a communist back in the 1930s.” added the second. It was easy to predict that Carter would wind up a smoking hole.
Our turn came in 2008. George W. Bush failed to participate in the defense of his own foreign police, and was leaving office in disgrace. The market crashed six weeks before the election. And, there we were: running wrinkly, geriatric, and inarticulate John McCain (who was not even our guy) against the Magic Negro who talked like a smooth Ivy Leaguer, whose election would, it seemed to the public in general, heal America’s racial divide forever, and whom the worshipping and adoring media puffed up to a level of popularity resembling the Beatles in 1965.
So, this year, the unlucky democrats have senile Joe Biden whose popularity in office is getting to resemble that of the Asian Flu, and whose gross financial chicanery and corrupt abuses of power become more evident every day. Kamala, ugly, inarticulate, rancidly leftist, and dumb as a rock is basically useless as an alternative. When democrats think further down the list of possible candidates: Hillary again! Michelle Obama! they shudder with good reaon.
So, along comes the dark horse from Ancient Camelot. None other that Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
In his favor is the fact that he is a maverick and an outsider. Personally, I like the fact that he is a keen falconer. However, he is, alas! a tree-hugging enviro whackjob, a back-to-the-Stone-Age, Luddite friend of Greta’s. He has also got a major bee in his bonnet about Coronavirus vaccines. So, he’s crazy like a Berkeley, California beatnik as well as crazy like a fever-swamp-dwelling Alt-Right buddy of Pat Buchanan, all at the same time.
But he’s working this gravel-voiced Mr.-Smith-Goes-to-Washington shtick that is not entirely ineffective. You can just bet that the K Street back room pros are soiling their drawers at the prospect of him as a spoiler Third Party candidate.
He has one other really interesting and distinctive signature feature, which I think needs real investigation.
It may be part of some kind of deliberate and calculated Mr. Smith act, but every time we see him, he’s wearing a worn and gnarly, incredibly narrow, early 1960s vintage club tie. If you watch “Dr. No” (1962), you’ll see James Bond wearing similarly narrow ties.
The one in the photo above, forsooth! has a Skull-and-Crossbones emblem. RFK Jr. went to Hahvahd, so he cannot possibly be a member of a certain society headquartered on High Street in New Haven.
And, he’s clearly got more than one necktie of the same vintage. He himself was born in 1954, so it’s hard to imagine that he was shopping at J. Press when he was between 6 and 11 years old. By around 1966, the music had changed, boys were growing long hair, and ties were growing much more generously wide.
So, we have a mystery here. Is it possible that RFK Jr. is such a hippie dippy boho pothead that he never ever bought a necktie of his own while at Georgetown Prep or Harvard or as an adult? Has he laid hands on some New Frontier Yale man’s antique tie collection? If so, who could it be? Sargent Shriver went to Yale, but he was Keys, not Bones. I’m not aware of any special connection to John Kerry, and I just can’t picture Kerry holding on to early’60s ties.
If any readers of mine are journalists attending RFK Jr. press events, do ask about the ties! Inquiring minds want to know.