This Year’s Model

OK, it’s official.

Elizabeth Warren is running for the Senate in Massachusetts.

She’s challenging big, bad Scott Brown, who’s voted with the Democrats as much as he has his own side, and who used the Tea Party financing to get elected and then kicked them to the curb. True, he won against a candidate who ran a lazy campaign and who treated the election as if that seat were hers by virtue of the fact that a Democrat had held it for so long. Martha Coakley was too good to stand outside Fenway Park in the bitter cold and press the flesh. She couldn’t even recognise a Bosox player, which, apparently, is blasphemy in Beantown.

Already the EmoProgs are dancing with delight. Ne’mind, they will never ever believe anything other than the President caved on hiring her. (He didn’t). Or that she didn’t really want the job heading the agency she was creating. (She really didn’t). Or that she hand-picked her successor, whom Katrina vanden Heuvel and Glenn Greenwald spent an entire evening on Twitter wondering what bad thing they could make up to convince Progressives that the surrogate was really a Wall Street tool. (Hey, but they’re journalists).

The insipid Obamahater, Matthew Stoller, winsomely tweets that at least there’s one liberal who’s heart hasn’t been broken.

(Listen, turdhopper, I’ve been liberal longer than your sorry ass has been on this earth, and the only thing that breaks my heart is seeing disaffected white men who claim to be Leftists fall prey to racism engendered by their puerile condition known as Magic Negro Syndrome.)

Jesus, the woman has to win the election first. She’s an academic, who’s never run for public office. People her age in the Senate have been in politics since the year dot. She’s got to negotiate campaign strategy, public relations, interviews (some hostile and filled with gotcha questions)and debates. She’s got to go to baseball games and eat hot dogs. She’s got to know the name and playing position of every player on the Patriots’ roster. She’s got to kiss babies and smelly, old men on the campaign trail.

She is the outsider, campaigning against someone who crossed the aisle on his very first Senate vote in order to vote in the interests of his constituents. She’s got to challenge someone who crossed the aisle to vote for the repeal of DADT. She’s running against a man who gave a very public and very compelling story of his own child abuse in a state, which – in recent times – has figured heavily in such stories concerned with the Catholic church.

More importantly, she’s the elite Harvard professor running against the kid who was brought up on welfare by a single mother, a guy who had to pose nude to pay his tuition. Ne’mind that she comes from a genuine working-class family, she’s got “Harvard” tacked onto her resume’ and that’s too much for some people.

I wish Warren well, and I hope she wins; but I’m realistic enough to know that she’s one person. And in our government and our society, sadly, one person doesn’t make a difference. If she wins, she’ll be one of one hundred; and the way things look, she may even be in a minority situation. If that’s the case, then there’s precious little she would be able to do.

A Senator’s term is two years longer than a President’s; and in this day and age, it’s easy enough at a certain age to enter that august body full of idealism and desire to serve, only to leave, disheartened and disillusioned, at the end of one term.

Just look at James Webb.

Just sayin’.